"I don't know what you're talking about," he grumbled. We both stared at the screen, absent of offending words."I'm telling you, Eric!" I insisted, ja...bing at the screen. "The computer was talking to me!"His frown deepened. He moved the cursor to the Start button and clicked on My Computer. A window opened and we looked at the icon for the hard drive and another one for the recovery partition. "Computers don't talk," he muttered. He double-clicked the hard drive, then on a number of folders. Paul will fuck your face at that point," I instructed them."Yes, Master," they both replied.Paul obediently got on his knees and put my cock in his mouth. He did a very impressive job of stiffening my dick. His tongue licked and sucked the head of my manhood, expressing his servile attitude and interest in my meat. There was no doubt of his sexuality. He was definitely a "switch-hitter", just like me.I was most amazed by the couple's willingness to submit to me, especially on the mere. I knew the schedule. There was nothing on for tonight which suited me. We released the limo after the driver handed Prince Asshole his coat and tie. He looked surprised to have to handle them himself.I looked at him. He looked at me like I should carry them. “Prince, carry them yourself or let them fall on the ground for someone to take home or to trash. I don’t think Anna or Mason will carry your clothes and I ‘know’ that I won’t.” I then said. “Unless you’re stupider than I think you are,. I smile as I watch goose bumps trail behind every place I touch. I stop my lips over your nipple and suck on each one, licking them at the same time. Youre beginning to moan, this teasing pleasing you. My fingers continue, as if on their own, to find your slit and what is buried there. I brush over your clit, making you jump, to your love hole. I move my fingers around in circles and then back to your clit. You are so wet my fingers are dripping. I kiss down your chest and over your stomach. I.