I had thought about what I would do when it finally came time. My decision was to simply let them set up the scene and then go with whatever happened ...ext. Their positioning told me it was a submissive issue for all of them. Then of course the diversion of blood flow executed by my libido told me I was ready for this. I walked in and closed the door, stripped my clothes off and walked up behind the first one. I slapped her ass lightly and asked, "What do you want?" To be your bitch." I was. “Mmmmm Hmmmm,” she answered and continued to bob back and forth.After a few minutes I pulled my dick from her hungry mouth.“Your turn,” I said as I sank to my knees.I pulled her knees apart and nestled up to her pussy. She scooted forward a bit on the seat to give me easier access to her dripping pussy. I started to lick her pussy lips and clitoral hood.“Fuck yes. That’s good, Will.”I was sucking her pussy lips now. I took my right index finger and slid it into her wet. As he took the glass from her, Valerian noted with pleasure the elegance of her every move, the gracefulness with which Mia presented the glass to his hand, two arching fingers supporting the base, the liquid in it scarcely moving. When the brandy sloshed as he took the snifter from her hand, a brief frown at his own relative clumsiness twitched the corners of his mouth. He raised the glass, inhaled the fragrance of the amber liquid, and took a sip. The warmth slid across his tongue, into his. You know, for work in the morning." "Of course," I retort, and cross my legs under the table. Conversations during the meal are mainly about our past relationships and places we've traveled to. Ninety minutes later, Monia and I stroll to the Sedan with our hands linked. We settle in the car and Monia says, "We have a few options now. We can go for coffee at a place nearby, there's a club downtown if you like to dance, or... we can go to my place." Door three please, the whore chuckles.