” I hadn’t noticed the croupier. I had noticed, however, the scores of half-naked men filing into the room; I recognised some of them as pornstars... All muscular Adonises with swinging cocks and balls full of cum. Destined for my friend.Destined for my special friend, discarding her tights at the foot of the bench.I gulped.“You alright?”“Definitely,” I muttered; my cock rose at the thought of the sex I’d see; watching the pounding of my friend filled me with excitement. She looked so flawless. Mark just shook his head and sighed. He started to walk towards her but Helena put her hand up to stop him. “Don’t you come anywhere near me.” “Helena I’m sorry. You know what my work is like. I have no choice in how long I have to work. It’s the military. They tell me what to do and when I can leave. You knew that when we got married.” Mark tried once again to get closer to her, but she moved away. “I thought that you would be home every night at a decent hour and that we would be able to. " I can think of worse side effects," I answered with a grin of my own, "but, Tiff, you did say that it was more along the lines of a 'want' rather than a compulsion?" Yeah, really more of an awareness ... of your ardor. I could tell I had made you horny, and I felt horny. I didn't 'have' to fuck you, but I did want to."With that concern dealt with, they all agreed and it was one of the few times Kirsten allowed us to all pitch in and clean up breakfast.We met in the living room, Mike brought. "Well, tell me where you live then," Isabelle said. Isabelle stood 5 foot 9, was slim and sexy at the age of 30, had 40D sized breasts, was quite tanned, with short brown hair, crystal blue eyes and a round face. Aisha replied"You live in the same condominium as I do." Isabelle was surprised. Aisha nodded, giggling."I must give you a lift home then. I insist in fact. Tell you what, come to my apartment and I'll make you a nice hot tea. How does that sound?" Isabelle kindly offered."Very, very.