“Come here,” he rasped. And I did. I moved over to the coffee table just in front of his chair, sat down on the edge, and prepared to watch him ...erk off. “No, here!” the insistence in his voice grated to my very clit and made me shudder. He indicated that he wanted me to straddle him like I’d done Stevie. It seemed easy enough, and I did it. His jeans felt rough against my bare thighs, his knees a little bony on my ass, but I liked it. My eyes were riveted to his cock and the fist. After a few minutes you take pity on me and slide your finger into my arse so easily, I moan loudly and I tell you that I want your cock inside me. You move yourself behind me and slide your cock into my arse, before your even halfway in I start cumming. There are just not enough descriptive words to explain how fantastic this feels. Every thrust you make into my arse pushes my clit onto her mouth. You slide your hand forward so your fingers are sliding into my wet pussy at the same time as. Nobody is really browsing books, nobody is really selling them. Usually when things are slow I clean, organize, go over the schedules, or read. I was reading, but the written words surrounding me, both wise and beautiful, are ignored. My nose is all but pressed up against the computer screen as I read erotica. I’m dressed in a mid-length frilly summer skirt and a see through blouse. My modesty is kept by my new, also see through, black lace camisole. The two together hint and entice but they do. ”Adriel looked around to some of the scantily clad ladies then back to Preston.“Right, of course, mixed company, we’re all gentlemen here,” Preston clapped his hands, “Ladies, please give us the room!”The women left, their perfect bodies, a parade of flesh that two men watched with interest. Adriel gulped his spit down and waited for Preston to turn back to him. Preston smiled, “Alright boys, it’s just us men now. Tell me the truth, how was she?”Adriel leaned forward, “Ok, I’ll be honest, if.