She kissed up astorm in his crotch. For long moments she just sat there, her facenuzzling into his balls. Then he felt her mouth closing around the ti...p of his cock warm and wet and sucking steadily as she began blowing him for the second time that afternoon."Do you like what I do to you, Dennis?" Yes." Is it better than your wife?" God, yes!"She was driving him crazy. First, one hand would work in small, teasing circles on his belly. Then it would slip down almost to his cock, only to return. I had to hold her legs tight and kept sucking her and tongue fucking her. She was now moaning Ohh Fuck me, I love this, oh please don’t stop and before I knew it she had come all over my face.She collapsed on me and I turned her around and now her face was next to mine. Without any words, our lips met again and we were exploring each other. I was feeling her tits and her soft and sexy body next to mine and her hand went to my cock. She started playing with it and playing with my balls and I was. Effeminate did so on command.The morbid fascination I felt was instantly echoed by my two fellow mattress associates, as we all got off the bunk and followed them next door to view the spectacle awaiting us.By the time we arrived in the adjoining room, Mr. Effeminate was spread-eagled on the mattress on his stomach, awaiting his fate in a compression chamber.It felt like I was in front of my television and again about to witness the mating ritual of elephant seals.As Mr. Huge mounted the. Was he alone, eyeing her through binoculars, masturbating as he watched? Most likely not; doing so would make her too difficult to view at a distance.If an adult, she wondered, was he alone? If a teen boy, possibly with friends? The idea unleashed a powerful shiver down her spine, and made her tiny nipples stiffen achingly. She fought not to rub them convulsively.Penelope Anne Brighton Doyle.Rich Upscale Bitch. Yummy Mummy. Sausage Jockey. Humper. What other derogatory names could she come up.