That white necklace that I had given her had never looked better on anyone else. Into the lift and up to level thirty-two and I walked out into the s...emingly normal brain hub of the paper industry. As I turned the corner, Sarah confronted me, “Either you wake up earlier to fuck her or you will have to be content with fucking her, only, at night.” “Noted.” I wasn’t in the mood for her preaching. We walked in silence down the corridor towards a single elevator, in front of which stood two large. “How about a game of poker?”“Do you by any chance mean strip-poker?” Snowy asked.“Well… Sure, why not!” This turned out even better since it seemed as if that wasn’t my original idea.“No way! I’m not gonna…” Snowy became defensive as expected, her face almost cherry-red.“Why not, Snowy?” To my amazement, that was Lydia. I honestly thought it would be two of them against me, but this was now unexpectedly great turn of events. So I let Lydia continue: “Look, honey, he’s gonna lose anyway, so. Not wanting to ruin her anticipation for the evening ahead Wendy didn't allow her fingers penetrate her pussy, but spread her legs while continuing to slowly caress her engorged lips. Wendy noticed that as she spread her lips that two fingers fit easily between them, barely touching the sides. Wendy moved to view her wanton pussy in a convenient mirror, she admired how it looked still stroking it slowly. Wendy again thought of the evening ahead and an idea of how she would greet her well hung. .. but every plea fell on deaf ears. Frustration, helplessness, tension, and desire rose within me until it finally escaped by a small tear that ran down my cheek. I never even considered using my safe word, because, at this point in time, I had never felt more wanted, loved, or alive.She saw the tear.Holding my cock tightly in her hand she stood and, placing her other hand on my cheek, looked deep into my eyes."Tell me again who you belong to," she said.Fresh tears welled as I hoarsely.