"There is just something about two women sitting alone that makes every man in the place think you are trying to hook up with guys. I get tired of it....I want to sit and enjoy myself; not spend the evening fending off unwanted attention." You and Joie are extremely good looking ladies and you are bound to attract attention. Maybe you should look for a place where there aren't many men around. Maybe find one of those gay women's bars."Oh sure. Get rid of male attention just so I can have a bunch. “Thank you, my slut”, I said.“Oh, I am your slut now?” she asked in a husky voice.“Of course, you are,” I said as I kissed her lips.“You are better than your dad. You are better than most”, she said.“What the fuck do you mean? How many men have fucked you”, I asked.“I don’t keep count. Should be around 15 or 20”, she said.“You are a fucking bitch.”“Who said I am not a bitch?”, she said as she got on top of me.“Am I better than Ganesh?”, I asked her.“He is just a show-off. He is not good in the. The man stood before me naked now, except for his underwear. I knelt down, and pressed my face against his genitals, inhaling the pleasant smell of his neatly laundered cotton briefs, and slowly pulled-down on the waistband.First, the man’s smoothly shaven pubic area came into view, and then, his semi-erect, heavy penis and low-hanging big scrotum! I could no longer resist myself, and gently mouthed the head of his dick, swirling my tongue on the sensitive area beneath it, and cradling his. I was breathless from my orgasms, otherwise I would have answered him. He pulled out of me and spun me around. I licked his cock, groin, and legs clean of my pussy juices and piss. He started the shower up and I lapped up my disgusting puddle of urine with my tongue as he whistled while washing himself. I beamed on the inside as I lapped up my acrid pisshe whistled because I made him happy. After his shower, he again threw me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs. I yelped as he attached.