Alex knelt astride me with his bum toward my face and as he bent forward to play with my balls and push his tongue inside my foreskin, I started to li...k and kiss his bum cheeks. He ran his tongue around my glans and I parted his bum cheeks and ran my finger along his crack. With my other hand I reached between his legs and found his half hard dick which was still wet with his spunk and I scooped some up and transferred it to his anus. While I was doing this he took my whole length in his mouth. She stood up, turned her back to me and bounced her ass against my stomach before turning towards to let me put the tip in her garter and giving me a hug, pressing her rock hard nipples into me. I was in heaven. “I want to get a dance from you after you are done on the stage,” I leaned in and told her. She flashed a seductive grin. “Lap dance, private dance or limo dance?” Hmm. All three is what I wanted to say. But I hadn’t heard any of the girls mention a limo dance. “What’s a limo. Most of her clothing was gone of course, and her conservative tastes did not seem to extend to her lingerie. But they had let her keep the glasses and left her hair-bun undisturbed. Even half-naked she looked almost too prim and proper to be part of this set-up. But of course, she was not here by her own choice.After a while they closed in. Scissors appeared. They cut the straps of my bra and unhooked it behind my back, and there I was with my naked breasts on display. During the operation, I. It is not owned by him, not in any emotional sense. It was here for two hundred years before he arrived, and it expects to be here after he’s gone. Which, given his life thus far, shouldn’t be very long. There is one other chair, a wide armchair like his own, covered in a coarse throw. No one has ever sat in it, not since he’s been here. It’s a ghost chair. He can’t make up his mind if he wishes someone would visit, to cut through the tight wrapping of loneliness that chokes him on some winter.