Linda gazed at the big slab of purple meat, hardly able to believe that she was actually licking it.Mike was looking down at Linda approvingly, lookin... at her over the head of his prick, as if it were a gun sight and he was aiming. He was finding it tremendously exciting to watch Linda's eager, nimble tongue curl and lap at the tip of his cock. And almost as exciting was the expression on her face, he thought. Jeez--she's really enjoying this! Maybe she never did it before, but she's loving. "At the time, we were not keen on accepting that role, and I can't say that we are now. She told us that our reluctance was viewed as a positive. Our hesitancy was largely due to not knowing what it entailed, whether we had the talent to do it and what our future was going to be. This role is a bit different than anything in our past experience. At that time, we were told that our psionic abilities weren't strong enough to fill that role. These have grown considerably since then and recent. She turned back to the bar. The bartender kept smiling at her with that "so whatcha doing later" smile. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail despite the fact the man had began to lose his hair way too early in life. His shirt hung open showing a golden cross peaking out of the deep growth of chest hair. The cross made her smile. She wondered why men like him wear them. She was willing to bet that he hasn't been to church in over a dozen years yet he still wear the cross proudly. Like no. " Just fingers, I'm not clean," Shelly replied, sliding her tongue around Adam's head as she'd seen Katya do. She used both hands to pump his stalk while she traced a pattern around the tip."I not mind," Katya said, running her hands across Shelly's ass. "Do it before that way."Shelly lifted her head off Adam's tool and glanced back at her partner."I mind," Shelly said softly. "Never again will you do what you've done before for someone else's pleasure. OK?"Katya smiled and kissed Shelly's.