Then she nodded. ?How wet is she?? she asked. The stroking stopped and I braced myself as the girl on my right eased meforward and ran an enquiring fi...ger along my oozing girl-lips. She held thefinger up. Jackie nodded in acknowledgement. I wanted so much more from that finger. I wanted the thigh stroking to continue.I found myself now squeezing by thighs together, though not daring to crossmy legs. I was on the verge of an orgasm and must obediently suffer my terriblefrustration. I lightly bit. CherieAnn giggled approval at the sight of me fountaining my sperm in such a forceful fashion; quite a contrast to my usual meek demeanour. “Wow, look at that. Where did all that Jizz come from?” She said as I splashed and dripped onto the floor, “Phew, way to go, White Boy.”I took no interest in her implied insults but instead through my drunken haze returned my focus to the sofa where the rutting couple were reaching a climax of their own. First Helen gave an extended moan as yet another. I was more than okay. Mozquito’s assessment of Mel’s internal temperature was considerably higher than my fingers had detected, and together with the tight ring of muscle crushing my sensitive frenulum, I was uncomfortably close to premature ejaculation.“It feels like you’re shoving a baseball bat up there,” Mel replied.“Is it painful?”“No. The stretching of my bum hole is uncomfortable but it doesn’t hurt. Tell me it doesn’t get any wider.”I couldn’t because it wasn’t true. Mozquito was. Additionally, there is the matter of professional ethics. While the fact that I was not a certified counselor insulated me from the legal trouble that becoming romantically involved with a client could bring, it would still be considered highly unethical and would undoubtedly loose me my job. Finally, there was her husband, as cold and unsupportive as he was, she married him and he was true to her despite his patronizing attitude. Perhaps he held some redeemable qualities that were hidden from.