A powerful machinery inside me had begun to turn over; it had started with the warm flush, but now I could feel my nipples tingling and a wet warmth i... my loins. I took one last opportunity to stroke her exposed breast and felt a direct electric connection from her nipple, though my finger, up my arm and down to my sex; I knew that given another thirty seconds with her in my hands that I would come without ever having touched myself.Reluctantly I passed her to my left; almost prising my hands. Why not? He didn’t think much of pain, but the dominating part sounded like fun. And he supposed he could be the “submissive” one, too. It might be fun. “Why not?” he told her, “you haven’t disappointed me yet. But I’m really not into pain.” He impetuously stood up, lowered his shorts, rubbed a greasy chicken leg over his soft organ -- “Suck this.”As always with Mary, she caught on to The Game instantly and jumped at the chance. “Yes, Master,” she replied dutifully, rising from her. But I felt a cock again push inside me and work deeper and deeper into my body. My only guess was that it was Mike. I tried to turn to look but Scott wouldnt let me, he just kept kissing me and stroking my hair and holding my upper body down on the bench. Scott kept focused on me and on kissing me as I felt what had to be Mike stroke in and out of my body. I wasnt happy about this it just went to proving that with Scott it had nothing to do with love but here was someone else inside my body.. "I changed tables, moving as far away as I could. Unfortunately the room wasn't that big and he had one of those voices that carried."I take her out to my favorite strip club. She likes to get on stage and dance and let guys feel her up. She's really into one of the other strippers, too. You should see them going at it, licking each other's cunts. It sure makes my dick hard."I managed to close my mind to the filthy monologue for a few minutes and ate some of the soup. I suspected his.