My face was sticky and dripping. My lips were red and puffy from the face fucking Jen had given me. I knew she had put the mirror up so I could look ...t myself and feel ashamed, but instead, I felt some what proud of how I had handled her treatment. I even smiled slightly at the thought of it.My reverie was broken by the feel of a cold viscous liquid being rubbed over my asshole. Slowly, the lubricant began to warm to my body. Shifting my gaze from my reflection to that of Jen's I could see her. No pressure,just gentle and easy. Nice, that's what it was, so very ... nice.Exciting too, but different. And it gave me the most wonderful idearight off! Wait till you hear it!Oh yes, you can be sure of that! So what I told him was that I'm shy andwanted to be able to feel that he was like me, wearing a satin nightgownand all, and also a little lipstick to smooth and salve his lips forkissing me down there, and a little eye makeup so I can see hisexpression in the dim light when I look down. This would give me time to greet Peter and Paul. He would walk in, see where we were seated, and then very casually come over to our table. I would then look up surprised and after blushing for a period, introduce him to what probably be two astonished men. Hopefully they wouldn’t go screaming from the café. I walked into the café as planned, and saw Paul and then Peter seated in a booth. How fortuitous I though. I walked over and sat down next to Paul. We greeted one another very warmly and we. "Ohhhh, God," he groaned. "I can't believe you're letting me do it."A little dribble of juice began to leak from his puffy cockhead, and Donna u*********sly licked at her lips. The intense voice in her head encouraged her to take the fat, purple knob into her mouth so she could shove her tongue against the hole and taste the salty spunk. But she resisted the temptation, knowing that she couldn't let herself get carried away. She was going to willingly accept his spewing load onto her face, and.