I wondered how much time she spent working out when she wasn’t doing the sort of weirdness I represented. Her arms were over my shoulders. Our lips ...ealed against each other, but it wasn’t the I-want-to-shove-my-tongue-down-your-throat type of kiss. The tips of our tongues flicked back and forth. It was an erotic tease and I think it was working for both of us. Her leg lifted over mine and she pressed her pussy against my thigh. I cupped her ass in my hands and helped her along. My cock got its. Her mouth was warm and I could feel her tongue around my dick while her teeth softly grazed my head.Alex then stated that she wanted to try and slid over on the couch. My dick now throbbing, she started sucking me. Not using any hands she want down my shaft, again taking most of it in her mouth. I did not feel her teeth at all as she took my dick in and out of her mouth faster than Gwen had been. After a minute or two of her sucking me, Gwen then resumed. My dick covered in spit, she stoked. Well, I had to make a decision of some kind, do something. I decided not to be available. I headed for the Embassy. At least I wouldn’t be bored. Maybe I could get me an impromptu date with Madeleine. Actually, I was pretty sure that I could.“No, Dave, we don’t serve alcohol this early and Madeleine doesn’t come in until 11:00AM,” said Morton, the morning guy handling coffee and breakfast for the early comers to the club.The Embassy, I’d learned early on was a twenty-four-seven operation, but. . Men had to fill out a profile, a verifiable profile... for the safety of the women involved. Each man had to post a bond of a sort, five hundred dollars, partially refundable when the female participant signed off, first on her safety and secondly on the completion of her fantasy. And should the woman fail to sign her completion certificate an independent verification, if requested, would satisfy the agreement.The women’s part was simple enough. She had to post a fantasy, partial, styled,.