“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” I assured her before turning my attention back to Tricia. I slipped my arms around her and kissed her deeply... my hands stroking her back gently. Her tongue played with mine urgently, her need apparent. She moaned into my mouth and her hands started tugging at my shirt. We broke the kiss so she could pull it over my head. I lifted my arms and let her strip it off, tossing it away. She ran her hands over my shoulders and chest, tracing my scars as if trying to. Whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run some of my needle wheels - I have four. I slowly worked my way down his shaft until i could not take any more in. was about 4 inches away from his stomach. he grabbed my head and forced the rest of his cock down my throat. it was hard to breath at first but i got used to it and he started to pull his cock out and one he got to the tip of his penis he thrust his cock all the way in and i could feel his big round black balls slap against my chin. he repeated this for several mins. i could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth and his cock. ” Marci laughed at Alli’s characterization of me. “And everyone at work thinks you’re so straight-laced! If they only knew what I know…” She put her hand on mine and gently lifted it away from her sopping sex, but only to bring it to her lips, where she sucked and licked all of our combined love juices from my fingers – and yet somehow I’m the kinky one! As if to further prove that she could out-kink me, when she sat up she pulled Michael down to her and kissed him deeply. It was obvious that.