He smells of whiskey and the sweet musk of cigarettes, she too smells of whiskey but underneath I can smell the lemon of her shampoo. As I walk, my t...wel becomes loose and I reach to catch it. A surge of bravery comes over me and I take my hand away and let it drop to the floor. I regret this immediately and feel very self-conscious. I can feel them looking at me, drinking me in.I sit on the bed and he starts to kiss my neck and back. I am now the one with goose bumps! She leans into me and. ” “Damn, why do I have to tell you everything twice, suck it clean.”What a face, I laughed as she put the shit finger in mouth and suck it.”“Come on, a little cleaner, I can still see crap by the finger nail.”She did but what a pouty little face still cum hanging down.“Leave that cum on your face.” She started to wipe it off with a tissue.“I said leave it on.” “No Way.”“Then take it off with your finger and swallow it.” I said very harshly.Little cum sucking bitch, that’s it, I laughed to. “Of course, my dear, this is all about your pleasure; do whatever feels right.” Then Miss Millieu began rubbing her clit across my tongue and I lay it flat out for her use. I must have swallowed a pint of her juices leaking into my mouth as she slowly worked herself to an orgasm. When she was near her climax she closed her thighs tightly against my face. She put on hand on my forehead and gasped, “Lick my clit, Ben, lick it. Fast!” I complied and I could feel her body convulse with her. Rings on every finger, hooped earrings and a posh pearl necklace made my look complete. I sashayed to the living room and waited for the rest to appear. Everyone looked spectacular. Gabrielle was clearly in a domme mood, wearing a longish leather skirt over a lace top which showed her bra. She wore the black high heeled boots I had worn yesterday. She looked gorgeous and the little key she wore around her neck gave me butterflies in my tummy. Debbie had ordered a cab to take the six of us to.