“Who am I?”“You are my Master.”The world went black as the smooth satin slid into place over my eyes. My scalp prickled where his knuckles bru...hed across my hair as he secured it. The scent of him surrounded me, God, why do I dissolve into a puddle when I smell his unique scent? Part good clean soap, fresh air and sunshine, it's intoxicating to me.His hand is at my elbow indicating that I should rise, he walked me towards where I knew it stands and my skin prickled with awareness as he guided. We all head to the living room. Mike makes sure to grab the chair, leaving the couch for Stan and I. As we sit, Stan scoots close to me. I look at Mike. His dick is practically tearing through his pants already. Stans hand moves to my leg. I politely brush his hand away. Pissed as I am at Mike, the thought of letting this ape of a man handle me, makes me sick to my stomach. Stan puts his hand on my leg again and this time starts rubbing up to my pussy. Thats IT! I stand up and move to the. All of a sudden I felt a pair of lips kissing my nipples. I moaned loud. She bit them alittle and pulled away.She then kissed my neck gently and licked my ears. My cock was as hard as a rock.She kissed her way back to my nipples and sucked again. I could only feel her lips touching me and nothing else. She kissed down my stomach to my pubic hair and then to my thighs avoiding my penis.I was bucking again and pleded with her to tough me there. She laughed and said” You are going to beg for it”I. He did as I asked, and I slid off the recliner. I knelt over his face, and settled back until I felt his tongue fucking me. Oh God it felt good! I knelt there, finishing my glass of wine. Such decadence! Imagine sitting on a man's face as he ate you with such relish!My wine finished, I reached down and parted his robe. He was of course wearing a condom over his rock hard cock. I slowly peeled it off, watching the oozing pre-cum drip out. I stuck my tongue into the condom, tasting his sticky.