I was made to kneel in front of the women; both teased by displaying their crotches; the tight camel-toes protruding with their obvious arousal, both ...howing damp patches where their feminine juices had flowed in anticipation of the show to come. The large woman lifted her feet to the sofa, her panties lower down, tight in the crack of her bottom; how I yearned to be allowed to sniff them, and use my tongue to service the arsehole concealed by the fabric. She gave me a look of utter contempt. Somebody will be around by the time she leaves.”Mickey looked at me again across the table.“How many sessions did you miss yesterday?” he asked.“Three,” I said with a sigh. “I got the one with the therapist and one more before Brea left. But I didn’t want to risk leaving the sling off. I’m going to see if I can move to one I can operate by myself. I know they have that kind. Don’t worry about me.”“I do worry about you,” Mickey said. “I think it’s best if I’m here until somebody else is. I looked over at Traci and she blushed, but smiled. "Do you need a good fuck Traci?" I asked.Traci looked at me and said, "I do so bad. I haven't gotten laid in forever, and seeing how we are all friends, I think it could be perfect." So Lana explained the rules right, its only sex, no relationship. We are free to see other people without jealousy and if you get into a relationship with someone else you simply tell us and we stop."Traci looked from me to Lana, "Us? I thought we were talking. His feet were supported similarly against the opposing bar of tubular steel this bar being 3 feet above the floor. In fact his naked chest could not rest against the steel but rather came to rest against Emma’s thighs as she was supported under him in such a way as to be bent forward at a suitable angle so that when at the low point of his press up, his face nestled neatly between her protruding ass cheeks and his body against her thighs and legs. Emma, as ever (the dirty fuck slut that she.