It takes a hell of a lot longer than to walk into a men’s room and whip it out at a urinal!When I rolled out of the bathroom again, Christine was si...ting on my bed and she had laid out a polo shirt and a clean pair of shorts. Without saying a word, she passed me and went into the bathroom, coming back a moment later with a wet washcloth and a towel.I remained silent as she knelt down by my side and reached for my shirt, watching her face. She had such a tender expression that I hated the. When it arrived it seemed louder and longer than the night before. I was both deflated and excited. In the near silence that followed, I became aware that Dave, who was on the futon, was wanking. Then the repositioning. Further whispers. Then a licking noise, followed by a different sort slurping. Then a sudden movement. “Careful!” Shazz said, not whispering this time, “Don’t choke me – it’s big!” “Sorry!” responded Pete. The sounds of Shazz blowing Pete’s cock resumed. The rhythm of the. It was so erotic that I was turned on and wanted to take her there itself but she asked me to wait for the next surprise, but offered me her milky tits and I had a nice time sucking and feeding and drinking milk from her sexy tits.She then washed me and dried me and we both wore our clothes and came into the drawing-room. As soon as we came out of the bedroom, I saw two more young ladies sitting on the couch. One was around 26 yrs of age and the other around 28 years of age.Both the ladies were. The table was impressive and was built for stability, access, and durability. The table was all black and had professional-looking upholstery riveted on the top and sides of it. There was a head-sized glory hole cut through the bed-portion of the table. There were tons of eye-bolts on each side and the table had about four extra legs on the foot-end. I looked again, yes, too many legs. Then, I deliciously surmised that the table was designed to articulate in such manner that the person.