Carlos, your muscle is tight around my tongue.'“'Zak, I cannot take too much more. I want to feel you in me. Get the lube and push your dick deep in...my ass. Please, I want you to fuck me. Please do it. I want it so bad. Please. Cum in my ass, Zak.'“'You are one horny boy, Carlos. Stop talking like that so I can control myself. Are you ready?'"I was holding my dick at his anal opening, and I pressed my head against his muscle. The first push, my dick did not go in. I gave another push against. But, as if she read my mind, she told me if she came over she’d make it worth my while by letting me watch…or maybe more. So the following Saturday the doorbell rang, and I let Anna into my home. Anna had told me she’d tell the men I was her boyfriend and was into watching, which is not too far from the truth, and she’d only bring back guys who’d be okay with that. She came in with d****d around an older guy (I’m guessing late 30’s) she’d met at the bar who’d bought her some drinks and chatted. Once the elevator door shut, the anticipation began to grow. The three of us extremely aroused and feeling very horny. I feel the need to feel the soft skin of their bodies. I can't fight the feeling... I slide my hand high up between Beth's legs. Slowly moving up towards her pussy. I feel her start to quiver, I push myself close to her, press my lips to hers and passionately kiss her. The opening of the elevator doors pushes our kiss to a sudden halt. As we exit and walk down the long hallway. . hmmm. Megan and I looked for something to do, so we talked. It turned out there was something she was wondering about. Scribes are nothing if not eternally curious. It goes with the job."Do you think Bandor was behind the attack on the President and his family?" She asked out of the blue. Where did that come from? Why would anyone change subjects so radically when such an exciting show was going on? Just the way her mind works, I guess. Oh well, just her loss as she missed out. 'K then. I.