That is the trouble with being a man when you are in the nude. Unlike a girl who can demurely keep her legs together, as a man I was now being forced...to display my penis. And I wasn’t at all sure by now what sort of pictures she wanted. Did she want it (that is to say my penis) demurely hidden, or on full display and more worryingly (and I’m sorry if this is a bit rude but I’m just telling it as it was) was she going to get it up or down. It may seem strange but that’s exactly what you worry. " " I'd like that," She cut in.I smiled, Catherine giggled. At that point a business lunch had turned into a decadent afternoon tryst, something that had always been a fantasy of hers. I paid the check and we walked out to the car hand-in-hand. We were adults who were breaking a number of rules, or, as I put it earlier, living on the edge. Luxurious wasn't the word for this place we checked into. Our room was furnished in antiques and opulent bedding. The sheers that hung over the tall windows. Sure now that her desires were high and hot and she needed a firm hand, he boldly dug his hand between her legs to feel her cunt."AH, HOOOOO!" she went, bucking up, her eyes staring. The insolence of the invasion of her private parts made her quiver. "Oh, you CAN'T do this to meeeee!"Her cunt was swollen and it was rich with her lubricating oils. She practically sucked his fingers into a wet, tight and hot girl passage."Fuck my hand," he commanded."Oh, how can you use such language. Please. I got up, showered, with Sarah washing my back, but avoiding any direct stimulation, and wandered out into the kitchen to be greeted by a cheerful and well rested Michelle.She threw her arms around my neck, kissed me aggressively, and said, "Thank you so much for being with Sarah last night. I am so happy that her first time was wonderful. I am sure, by the time it is over, she will never forget this weekend." What about you? What about your needs? What about us? I can't believe you want to.