But he did say something interesting, “There is another guy here who is interested in a 3-way. He is the good-looking younger guy in the red shirt ...ho came in just before you.” I was up for this, so to speak, so we buttoned up and left my booth in search of this third party. He was just around the corner, and his unlocked door indicated he was interested in company. The three of us went back to my original booth and all pulled out our dicks.I immediately went down on Mr. Red Shirt’s five. He could hear water running, which stopped after a couple of moments. Quickly he ran his hand through his hair and adjusted the jacket to the suit he had worn to work earlier that day. He stood anxiously, awaiting for the woman to exit. The doorknob turned and out stepped the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. The madam had made no exaggeration. This woman most certainly had the figure of a Barbie doll. She had large breasts with a tiny waist that spanned out into beautifully rounded. I had never felt such a strong reaction to anything or anyone. The feelings intensified when a voice broke the silence."What can I do for you?" The tone was far from friendly despite being feminine. I heard a movement and a click and I guessed that she had moved inside the room, shutting out the noise from the corridor, as she did so. All of a sudden I felt afraid, but of what I did not know. Here I stood, alone and vulnerable in a room of unfamiliarity, and the power of my feelings, some of. Jamal was sure getting hard from the attention his cock was getting.She kept sucking, really deep-throating him. After the number of black cocks she had sucked in the past week and taken in her mouth, she had become expert at it. Her mouth was a perfect machine, really working his cock and bringing him to the edge of cumming, “Oh fuck Sally, go easy. Slow up a little,” he told her.Sally lifted off him and then moved back flipped the lever making her seat lay back almost flat. She parted her.