" And well you shouldn't," I said. "But remember, we all choose the image we project. Maybe not consciously, but we choose it in the end. And the imag... you project... Accents all the wrong things. You let yourself come across as hostile and impatient, instead of, you know, friendly and approachable. And with that in mind, it's no wonder that everyone thinks you're hostile and impatient—it's what you make them think." Not on purpose," he said."No," I said, my heart going out to him, "of course. " When I've had some drink I'm sure that I can find something to nibble on," I heard him say.They both began giggling as she returned to the bed and began to arouse his interest again with her mouth, I heard her sucking hard and him moaning and saying how great this was. She continued with her mouth sucking his erect member into the back of her throat and I heard his cries as he shot his load down her throat, he remarked that no one had done that to him that good before, she just said that. There were many lengths of rope and several vinyl padded boxes of various heights sitting on the floor.What struck me the most was this intimidating contraption with a motor on one end connected to a large shaft with a bright orange dildo attached to the opposite end. My friend called it a ‘fucking machine’. She said she tried it once and the constant rhythmic thrusting was so good she nearly fainted from a multitude of orgasms.We went back up to the main floor and picked up some bottled water. G’s storyI heard his moans, then watched his cock jerking as his cum filled the condom reservoir instead of pulsating onto my body. His pleasure had turned me on, I lay there for a few moments with one hand inside the crotch of my body, gently playing with my juices and tweaking my nipple with the other. Peter had told me to remove everything when S was finished, so I slid the rubber off, then held it up and watched it swing to and fro for a while with his white stuff acting like a pendulum.