I gulped the rest of my beer and stood there waiting for my penis to go down again.The occasion of this visit was Lila's twenty-first birthday. We pla...ned to go out to dinner and get her really drunk so she'd puke — you know, in the time honored way. I glanced at the clock on the microwave and saw that it was already four o'clock. I decided it was late enough that I could take a shower and get ready. Maybe in the shower I could beat some sense into — or out of (... off of?) — my dick. I grabbed. She pulled it slowly, inexorably towards her breasts. She used my hand like some tool to caress them for a short time, before leading me dumbstruck further down. My hand slipped inside her trousers. Thinking for the first time since she had taken my hand I used my right hand, my free hand, to unbutton them. My left hand slipped in to damp cotton panties.The first thing I came across on my travels was a thicket of pubic hair, matted and drenched. As I did so it was like a jolt of electricity. She could hear him moaning softly as he licked and swallowed and she found herself almost moaning in unison with him. Claire could feel her orgasm building inside her. Karl was now holding her tightly as he continued to direct Neil. He suddenly reached down and scoped her thighs up by the knees as he directed Neil again. “Round her bum as well Neil,” he told him, “There’s lots of cum down there as well.” Claire cried out as his tongue flickered down past her labia to her anus. No one had ever. She was dressed to impress (a red flag) showing a lot of ample cleavage and long creamy thigh (definite red flags also), and hadn't skimped on the makeup (another red flag, but trivial).This was prime lamb groomed to play the wolf in this comedy short, if not Red Hot Riding Hood herself. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy looking at acres of exposed boobage and leg, but these are unwelcome and potentially dangerous distractions in dealing with a client ... usually the exact reason a client chooses to.