It takes you a millisecond to comprehend you are cumming. You can feel his warm breath on your face, his fingers maintaining a steady rhythm, allowing...you to ride your orgasm as your arms shoot up to grab hold of his shoulders to stop you from collapsing to the floor. It is so intense you wonder if your body has been altered somehow by the journey there. As the tremors subside, he slowly pulls out his fingers. They leave a hungry, gaping void behind them, yearning to be filled. Slowly sucking. As I stood outside his door, my heart was pounding. I wanted to access his opinion,... to reassure my own. When he walked out of his room,... I was standing there waiting. He paused and looked puzzled,... with a shy smile upon his face. His eyes were darting around the walls in reaction to my sudden presence... then returning to my legs. To reduce the tension I walked forward and embraced Michael with a warm motherly hug. He returned the embrace wrapping his arms around my back,... then. I handed the note back to the waitresses and made my wait to my seat. I sat and waited for only a moment, when I saw two women on my right and two women on my left. Emma and Vivian sat on my right and Penny and Nikki sat on my left. ‘Glad you were on time,’ Emma said as they all got situated in the booth. Vivian and Nikki were closer to me while Emma and Penny were closer to the window. ‘Now, let’s begin,’ Emma announced. ‘Penny and Vivian came to see me yesterday.’ I said nothing but simply. “Go on then, Paul,” he said. I left the room in a daze. I could never have planned this and I was excited…but fearful. Lots of ‘what ifs’ came to mind. I tried to dismiss them with logical thought, but they kept coming back. Then I wondered what to wear. Casual or smart? Long or short? Was this a social event or something more? Eventually I decided. I opted for a formal evening gown. I selected my longest wig, applied my make up carefully, sprayed some perfume over my outfit, put on a necklace.