The simultaneous physical and emotional arousal and pleasure and release strained each muscle and stretched every imagination.The troughs between orga...ms became shorter.Dan was close; Renee was closer. Her breasts bounced and banged against one another, escalating the sensations of his hands and thighs and cock. She tried to remember this was a favor, not pleasure. Pleasure could lead to desire. Desire would lead to trouble. Renee barked and panted through her climax. The gagging groan was. It was a life-size picture of a nude woman, blonde, blue-eyed, with a pretty but vacant face, holding up two of the most enormous breasts I could have imagined. A bimbo, as he (or I) had said. No, not quite nude; around her ankles were bunched... were those a pair of men's shorts? I started to say something, and her lips moved. It was, of course, a mirror."How... what..." I started to have trouble catching my breath, and the room began to spin and tilt. At that moment, his assistant came. I slip a vibrating ring on at his base, just to get his attention. Next I turn on the big brush with vibrating handle, and start painting his groin with imaginary paint. I start at the base, paying special attention to the twins, then back to the protruding plug, bring it forward along the shaft, swirl it around the tip a few times, then make another circuit, mixing it up as I go. I take my time, and enjoy watching him, the contractions of his muscles, his breathing, the response so clear on. We chatted as we danced and I learnt that her new husband worked away from home during the week and was only home every second weekend - this weekend not being one of them. She seemed sad at that fact but a little upbeat as well.I also learnt that her sister-in-law was Karen Williams - the same Karen Williams that had helped herself to my virginity, and who had become a regular visitor to my bedroom to help me fine-tune my sexual prowess.Ginny said "Let's have a change for a while ... to.