Yes, that is right. I think I got this. I think I'm doing a good job. They seem to be loving it. I kept on sucking, slurping and stroking their dicks,...giving each of them more than a turn of the wetness of my warm mouth. My eyes were closed, I fell into a trance-like state as I danced back and forth, dick to dick. I lost track of who I was sucking off and who I was stroking. I went to Rodney's massive monster and started to suck. He stopped me and held my head in place. I paused and looked up. Jarod takes out the black leather box that has 'Carrier' engraved in gold across the top thinking, I've definitely got to have her.He walks into the bathroom and sits on the side of the tub watching as she brushes her hair, leaning over, her hair hanging down almost touching the floor. Micheal stays leaning, groping for the hair dryer on the counter. She finds it and starts blow drying and brushing her hair. Jarod sits there fascinated at what women do to get ready to go out, their rituals.. She could just imagine it stringing pearls of white lust through her hair as the pre-cum dripped from the slit, escaped and dribbled onto her. It was such a very wicked thought for a woman in her position to have. She smiled and as she looked down she noticed her nipples were fully erect and wondered if that might be the reason for Tim’s arousal. Such nasty thoughts filled her mind indeed! As if to answer her silent question, his hands moved slowly down her neck and onto her shoulders,. The lady seemed more than slightly annoyed at being summoned, for some odd reason. She had a look of mixed resignation, disgust, and exasperation on her face."Who are you, fraulein? I thought that you were just some myth, another of my husband's crazy ideas. I just wanted to find out for myself and see if I could get a wish or two," she explained to her gorgeous guest."I'm your genie, Mistress! You can wish for as much as you desire, though there are rules!" Laresa said for the millionth time.