" Hm, good choice. But I must warn you, my tongue might get dry. But I'll try."She did more than just try. She licked all of his cock. Sometimes, yes,...her tongue was dry, and she had to wait a second or two. When she had enough saliva in her mouth (and who wouldn't, facing a cock like that?) she licked him again. And again."Oh, Jill, you're driving me crazy, baby! Just driving me crazy! If I ever suck a cock as well as you, I'll never be short on men!" When it's wet, you can use your hand. Like. I have some Pink Riesling I put in the fridge last night. Never too early for wine I say.”I followed Art into the kitchen and sat at their big wooden table. Ummm, I could hear smooth jazz playing in the background. Such a relaxing, comforting sound. As he came back with two full glasses of wine, I couldn’t help but notice he was wearing sandals, plaid bermuda shorts, and a navy blue dry-fit athletic shirt that stretched across his broad muscular chest. Sitting down across from me, he slid my. I watched in the mirror as my cherry got well and truly taken by this masterful gay man. His face was gorged with pleasure as he continually rammed his perfect cock in to me. I could hear, feel and see his hips slapping against my bum cheeks with each thrust. He placed his hands on my shoulders and started to thrust harder and faster.“You’re my little faggot bitch now. I’m gonna fuck you and fill your pretty little arse full of cock every day. Tell me you’re a faggot and you love it. Tell me. While he did that, I would have a look at what we were now up against.There was a restaurant on the second floor of the central complex that overlooked the golf course. It was accessible from the lobby by a flight of curving stairs. I headed for them even before I was done speaking to Talbot. Naturally Nimue and Dork fell in right behind me.As I climbed the stairs upward I got Richards on the line. I demanded to know what was going on. All he could tell me was that someone was teleporting in.