The place was bustling, filled with handsome men and beautiful women. I decided not to begin drinking right away to keep my head straight and see ever...thing there was to see.The men in the place were all well-dressed. There were some with no tie, but all of them were wearing jackets. The women were unbelievably sexy, dressed in short dresses, high heels and tops that showed plenty of cleavage. I couldn’t help thinking I had the best rack in the house.After we had walked around a bit, taking in. Not so fast" she hissed breathlessly. "You've been in the driver's seat long enough. It's my turn".I can only summon a pathetic "Hunnh?" in reply."It's my turn to be in charge," she says and ran her hand up my thigh. She guided me as I fell to the mat and spread my knees u*********sly. Soon she has my balls in her velvet grip. Her fingers touched me feather light, stroking, pulling, massaging my balls and ball sac with the lightest of touches. My legs are spread and there's nothing I can do, so. He knew the room would be nicely warm, my chest a place from which he gave and received love, and these weird white mounds through which he could swish his tail. He never seemed to understand there was water under the bubbles. So, his mighty tail would get soaked, and if I didn’t periodically wring it out, became a club beating me in the tub. We worked out an arrangement and enjoyed ourselves.After an indeterminate time, I heard the front door. A strong, sweet voice, called out, “Richard? I’m. I gave it everything I could think to do. I licked, sucked, nibbled and rubbed her clitoris, her labia and her hole. I plunged my finger in and out as the music rose and fell. I varied the speed of my tongue and my fingers to the flow of the music just as she had done. I had my tongue on her clit and two fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina as she neared her finish.Finally, as she hit the last note, I corkscrewed one finger up her asshole. She screamed. I felt a gush of her liquid all.