The final course of cheese and biscuits was quickly served. She was soon back under the table facing the final guest. The cum from the previous guest...lay sticky in her hair and she could feel it drying on her face. Again on her Masters’ command she moved towards the final guest.He had not undone himself and she struggled with the unfamiliar belt and trousers to free his cock. It was his pubic hair, not his cock, that drew her attention. It was grey and wispy not like the hair on his head. I tried to keep my eyes open at first so I could look at some blond across the room as she was getting rammed up the ass by what looked like a big dicked guy, but Deb kept sucking my tongue into hers as if she was trying to deep throat it and I couldn't concentrate on anything else.She broke off our kissing to unzip my pants but she was back on my mouth before I could open my eyes. I felt my belt go off and my zipper go down but the next thing I knew there was a mouth on my cock. I opened my. "Of course, Marcy. Just start moving around and posing and I'll takesome more pics."So, I started moving in my best impression of what I thought models did,which was probably completely wrong but Bill didn't stop me. He justkept taking pics. I would turn my back to him and look over my shoulderor bend over to straighten my stocking, things like that. After a whileof doing that he said, "Hey, why don't you pull your top off? Let's seehow those tits fill out that bustier." I quickly started. As his cock went in and out of my mouth it felt so good yet so wrong. Since I thought this was going to be mutual "play time", I decided to pull out my cock and started stroking it while I was on my knees. He looked down at me and said, "This isn't your time to play.......keep on pleasing me". I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I ended up putting my cock back into my panties and kept sucking on his cock. Every time my tongue rubbed up and down on his cock, I was still in awe that I was.