Lust and passion dripped from her lips and rang as music in his ears, the music damped when her hand slowed its stroking motion and rested at the base...of his dick. I know youre about to cum Slave. You are not allowed to cum until I tell you to do so, she ordered vehemently. Her free hand brought her sharp nails down the length of his chest, red marks trailing behind on his tanned skin. Small reds dots appeared on his skin, but vanished as her tongue soaked the liquid up and forced her tongue. . jeez, I think I'm getting drunk..." "Oh c'mon Roger, the night is young!" Chantelle stood and reached out to me. I took her hand in mine and she pulled me to my feet. "What are we doing?" "We're dancing!" Chantelle grinned and took me into her arms. Of course, I stood head and shoulders over her, so she turned her head sideways and pressed her cheek to my chest, and I put my arms around her, and began to sway. "Chantelle?" I whispered. She looked up at me. "Do public exhibitions ever get out. People think it's always her own fault, if a tasty teen is abused by her 'friends'.So much to say that I understood her motives. If she can't trust her man, be lesbian!How happy or wise her decision was is another matter ... I might discuss that later.My friend Gina loved to have a male friend here, who was sweet and offered only love.My friend Gina seemed amazed I didn't demand anything from her, as all men she knew.My friend Gina was really redhot one night we were chatting, as she admitted. As you approached you could hear voices, mainly female and a squeaking sound. You checked over your shoulder to see if anyone else noticed. With all the other nurses being preoccupied, you decided to approach quietly. Maybe he left the TV on, or maybe his wife had finally come to visit. The sliding door was eased back just enough to slip through, as you reached to pull the curtain back. The room was otherwise dark except for a cellphone that sat atop the bed side table, its light flashing.