Her lips parted and hands working to free her from her robe. She sat without shame, with her legs apart allowing her captive to appreciate her delicat... sex. Parted ivory flesh with a vertical peach slit. Folds and clefts of delicate membrane that lured the eyes to a hint of darkness deep within. Then the ritual would begin. As Xi Ling serviced her hungry cunt with hands or the ivory prick that she always brought, her companion would excite her with a delicate theatre show of agony and ascendant. “Aren’t you supposed to be some sort of holy man or something? I recall reading something like that in a newspaper,” Debbie said. She poked Oscar in the ribs when he bumped hips with her.“Really? I didn’t know that. I have a hard time imagining me being a holy man,” Oscar said with a grin. When Debbie laughed, he asked, “Did I ever tell you the story about how I learned to fly while meditating?”“Yes,” Debbie said giggling. She had heard it a dozen times and the image of Oscar flying through the. "well have fun. Tell me about it later." I couldn't wait till my relief came in. I was actually a little nervous but excited. I haven't cum that good from just fingers ever. I kept thinking he must be a really good lover. Finally, the next shift came and I took the long way around to the stairs. Didn't want them to see me going up to a guests room. My husband and I swing but I didn't want to advertise our sexual openness to my co-workers. I made my way upstairs to his room. I knocked. Good God, the Coach thought feeling Fran's pussy clamp down on his fingers, that's going to feel great on my cock. Fran collapsed into the passenger seat her face flushed and her chest heaving with excitement. The Coach let his hand rest on her inner thigh while he drove the last three blocks to the restaurant. After parking the car the Coach looked over at Fran, sitting sprawled in the passenger seat, her legs spread, her pleated skirt hiked up to her waist and her wet hairless slit glistening.