"Mother fucker, I'm gonna' cum too. Get up here and take this load baby," Marc encouraged as he sat up on his knees and then rose to his feet. Standin... with his hands on his hips, Lynn took up a position on her knees, taking the black wand between her lips, cleaning of the juices coating his shaft. Lynn licked and ran her mouth from head to base, stopping only to lick his balls before again engulfing the whole cock and moving back and forth on it."Shit that's good. Damn baby you can suck some. ‘Is there any chance I can talk to you outside of this place? I know it may not be allowed and I’ll understand if this is out of bounds, but I’d like to see you sometime.’ Chelsea had never done it before. Contacts outside of the club never went over well. Guys wanted a cheap whore or a trophy to brag to their friends about. She gave the guy, Kyle, her number and he had given his in exchange. Chelsea had smirked, if she ever needed to find a real estate developer she knew who to call. He had. "It was a brush, like a shaving brush but with about six inches (15 cm) of her glossy black hair. She held it in front of my eyes and then brushed it across my chest. The brush was so soft and silky that my skin shuddered in response."Before I use this properly, I'm going to use some other things I have made from my hair. Look. This is cord made from my hair."I looked. She held several lengths of thin cord. I believed her. The cord had the unmistakable glossy black of her hair. If they weren't. At one time or another, I'd fantasized about each of the women in our party. They each turn me on in one way or another and I couldn't help but stroke myself in the morning as I lay in bed and thought of them."Since you suggested it," I began, "why don't you start us off, Michelle?"With that sexy twinkle in her eye, she looked at Dave, "Truth or Dare?" Truth," he responded, still unsure exactly where this game was going to end up and not wanting to be the first to have to do something.