No matter, he had been here before, uncountable times. Their dance shifted, brought him down on her, his weight stilling her movements. She did not go...easy, writhing underneath him, nails finding his back in punishment. He luxuriated in the pain – and the touch. But he was not willing to let her have her way, his mouth had not tasted enough of her yet. He loved the way her back arched as his teeth found the long column of her throat, the shudder as he laved the little marks his teeth made in. Clients quickly came around to his way of thinking when he presented them with photographic evidence of their indiscretions. Especially the most powerful of them. But, of course, they had the most to lose… He didn’t survive simply by extortion, of course. He rewarded his clients, too. The party he was hosting in a couple of nights would be the biggest and grandest yet—an opportunity to thank existing contacts and provide a tangible demonstration of the incentives available to the new contacts. “Was that nice? I saw a girl doing that to a boy in my Dad’s magazine.”Still squatting she reaches up to lightly stroke my balls.“Go on. Show me how a boy does it.”“Does what?” “Masturbates!” As Brenda speaks her own hand slides up the inside of her thigh to her bush and fingers her gaping wide vagina. I spread my legs, brace myself for pleasure, thrust my hips forward. I wrap my hand round my cock with my thumb and forefinger in a ring just below my penis head, my other fingers loosely round. Janet met every thrust by moving to me. We quickly found a rhythm, pounding hard into each other. Neither of us held back and quickly found our release. Cum went deep into her cunt as we both cried out our passion. I pulled her to me moving my hands up from her hips holding her superb body against mine. I had both hands on her breasts while we pushed into each other holding my cock in her cunt until it finally slipped out limp from its sudden erotic exercise. We straightened, cleaned ourselves.