”Jack ran his big hand up through my hair and gently massaged my scalp.“I understand,” he said. “Sounds like you've had a lot of bad luck in t...e past.”“You're telling me!” I said back, with a little laugh.“Come with me,” said Jack. “I've got something that might cheer you up. It's Christmas Day. Angels aren't meant to be sad on Christmas Day.”From my tear-streaked face, I gave out a little burst of laughter. “Okay,” I said.Jack stood up and helped me up to my feet, and then he led me into his. .Sasha...I'm...I'm going to cum." Then pull your cock out of my pussy, silly boy."As I pulled out, I tried to maintain control of not climaxing; I did not want my session to end so quickly. I remained at the foot of the bed as she continued to play with herself. She then got off the bed and asked me to lay down, then she climbed onto the bed and began to rub her pussy in my face. I felt her hand stroke my cock very slowly."Good boy, don't cum unless I say so."She would pause between strokes. A few weeks ago we had a chance to fulfill a young couple fantasy. Cathy and Jon were a young, white couple in their mid twenties. We met them at a swingers club. Cathy and I hit it off real quick. Cathy was a short, chubby brunette. She had an outgoing personality like myself. I honestly didn't care too much for her husband Jon. He was tall, gangly and look like a big nerd. He was very shy. I could hardly get a word out of him. I even flirted with him a few times just to see if he had a pulse.. His tongue parting my lips and I eagerly accept, and hungry for more. I sucked his tongue between my lips, and let mine intertwine with his. With some reluctance we pulled apart – we were still in public after all. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a back hallway and through a door. Chef’s office, not that he’d mind – it’s not like this is a first. He turned to me as soon as the door is locked. Before I could register what was happening he had me against a wall, my arms pinned to my side.