" I need to know. He's pushing me away!" He ... doesn't know how to tell you." Bernice sat a moment, thinking. "He feels REAL bad. He didn't know what...he was getting into. You ... did things for him -- stuff no one else could. Up at the camp..." Bernice remembered the incident VERY clearly! "But now ... He can't pay -- and he doesn't know how to tell you." What does he think I want?" Miriam asked."He says you need a real bastard -- someone who makes demands, and who will make you, I dunno, toe. She apparently wasn't concerned about her attire…a form fitting, shiny silver dress that barely covered her body. Her heels were tall and lead up to her bare legs. Walking pass me she kissed my cheek, smiled and brushed the ice bucket against my chest. "Sit down, sit down. I want to show you something"…..as I sat on the bed she pulled out a bottle of expensive vodka. It wasn't "top shelf", it was the stuff kept in the back room. Grabbing a couple shot glasses she filled them up and we toasted.. Pulling my hand back, I pour lotion on my hands and rub them together to make it warm. I further moisten my finger by sliding it into my mouth. Making sure it's nice and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my hand back to continue my incessant teasing. I can see you have lifted your hips off of the mattress, as an inadvertent invite to me.Between your ample ass cheeks, my index finger goes right to work. When I find your cute little sphincter, my finger touches just at the center. I add. Another first for me. I had never kissed a man before, but here I was pressing my lips to his. I opened my mouth when I felt his tongue on my lips. Our tongues wrapped around each other as we kissed passionately. When Paul ended the kiss I was breathless. He dropped his head to my chest where he sucked on my right nipple. I felt his hand stroking my dick, gently massaging it. My voice was shaky when I replied. “I-I slept very well thank you.” Paul's tongue on my nipple and his hand on my dick.