She tastes the tip. It’s so surreal that she has a briefing with her conscious. ‘Is this really happening? Can I go all the way to the end of the ...dea of this beautiful stranger?’ ‘Not now Mandy!’ her inner sex goddess proclaims. ‘Take him, posses him. FUCK HIM!!’ She closes her eyes. She starts to lick up to the tip and works her way down to the base. A soft moan emanates from his throat. It was enough for her to know and she was more than happy to oblige. She started to make sucking sounds. She was shocked that Matt approved of someone else Coming with Paul. Anne said she did not mind being naked when Paul came to the house, being inspected and being shaved by Paul. She would have to think about having someone she did not know meeting her while she was naked.It took a week for Anne come to terms with Paul's requests. She asked Matt if he was OK with her modeling for both men. Matt told her she could do what she wanted to do. The only stipulation is that Matt will be present for. Her juices were all over her hand and had streamed out of her leaving a large wet spot on the carpeting underneath her. Her vulva was swollen from the pleasure she had just given her self and you could see the pinkness of her inner folds. Looking up at the three lucky photographers that were standing in front of her taking picture after picture she said, "All work and no play makes for a dull party." With that she reached up and began stroking the cock of the nearest man to her. Getting to her. Sensibly, she'd opted for one of the less substantial choices – meat and tater pie, mushy peas and gravy. None of the items on the menu were, or rather are, insubstantial, however, and with my poor appetite I couldn't finish it. But it was tasty. And she had the gift of silence. You know how some people just have to fill a gap in a conversation? We ate our meals amidst a buzz of chatter from the other customers with only sporadic comments, but it was pleasant. I didn't want chatter. Her company.