It was to no avail. All that could stay in her head was the forfeited plans for the night.It had been all so clear, so anticipated. The picture in her...mind was that of all she had planned to do with him, for him. And, of course, his reaction to it. The much needed pleasure that surely would be rewarded back to her.Those warm thoughts, starting in a hazy little dream world then trickling down to her body, easily brushed aside all other intentions. Soon her book lay forgotten, her hands choosing. "No, I have to say I am more interested in penetrating them and sating my lust, though their scent does excite me." Hortense looked at him contemptuously and teased his cock with the end of her wicked looking crop, making his cock pulse impatiently."Does the fear of the young girls excite you?" Fenton swallowed hard; he could not deny he'd been excited by that scenario many times- he was not now sure whether he wished he had or hadn't. he now knew the boot was firmly on the other foot. He bowed. I found myself lying next to Lara. She was still quiet, and was definitely very drunk. We had been getting comfy for about 15 minutes or so, when I realised that Lara had her hand on my thigh. "Interesting," I thought. Before I could think anything else, she had opened my jeans and was pulling my rapidly hardening cock out. Without a word she took my cock in her hot wet mouth and started to bob her head up and down. Now I was feeling very mixed up, I was getting a blow job, but it was in the. “I’ve spent the afternoon taking dick up my ass and down my throat.” This puzzled me. “I thought you just gave massages,” I told him. Yes, I was as naïve as a fucking box of rocks. “That’s what ‘massage’ means on the internet, dickwad.” Oh. Oh!!!! “So, are you going to the party tonight? What can you tell me about what I’m expected to do?” I decided it was time to nuzzle his crotch and lick the bulge in his underwear. Good decision, if I do say so myself. “Yeah, I’m going” he replied. “Have you.