”“Huh?” I said groggily.“Are you awake, finally?” she said. It was the cuter of the two Oriental girls. I scanned her up and down for a seco...d then shook my head to clear it.“Yeah, yeah sure,” I responded, and then added, “Hey, thanks, I don’t know ... I don’t usually fall asleep like that. I must be awfully tired.”I didn’t want to go off and leave you lying there, you know?” she said leaning over and giving me a great view of her apple-sized tits, right down to the nipples.I looked around, the. Mary excused herself saying she would be right back. I found myself alone with a man sucking my cock and doing a dam good job of it. He lifted my ass up a bit, spread my legs and started playing with my butt hole. I loved it…I had never thought of my ass as a plaything sexually. I didn’t know exactly what he was doing at the time but he was massaging my prostate gland. I said I was going to come and he stopped saying, ‘Oh hell no, not yet Mr. Stud.’ He spread my legs. A few full drops pool in your cleavage. Perhaps you may have been tempted to wipe them away, were your wrists not bound together, stretched above your head, and then secured to the headboard. The effect gave your body a long, graceful and sinuous look, a woman caught in her first morning stretch as she wakes, rather than a woman bound. Ravishing in her exposure, most seductive in her vulnerability. I let the mink glove on my left hand wipe gently over your breasts, and linger long enough to. Links like "Tom and Jerry" (too comical), Bill and Ben (too archaic in TV terms) came to mind, but I might go for James and John. What do you think, Trevor? They are your sons, after all." I rather like James and John, myself. Can we just stick with these?" He pulled his phone from a pocket. "I must phone Amelia to find what she has decided for her girl." A thought struck him. "Good grief: four sons and a daughter, all within a few days!"He got Amelia to answer the phone. "Hi, Amelia. Oh,.