Well, was. Now my name is Wendy. Yes, my name is Wendy! I can say it again!’ ‘Buffy, Bunny, Wendy, whatever. Just unlock me, alright?’ ‘Oh, I ...don’t think so. Not yet, anyway. I want to make sure,’ she said. *Oh, shit. I hope I didn’t pick up psycho-chick.* ‘Make sure of what?’ I asked. ‘I just want to make sure you were the right…’ I felt her finger tracing over my hair. ‘Oh, there we go. Blonde. And I’m not using so much bimbo-speak. Yeah, the transfer was successful. Congratulations, Sherry!. We parted and Zafar told me to lie on the bed to which I obliged.Zafar started removing his clothes. What a gorgeous body; manly and hairy and his 6 inch thick monster standing right out. Zafar told me seductively “come baby suck on your papa”. I proceeded down from the bed like a slut got on all fours sticking my ass out and went to Zafar and held his meat in my hand. What a feeling; it was warm and throbbing. I started inserting the cock in my mouth and giving it a tongue job at the same. Could she change her ways, I wondered. Could she settle for just me with the exclusion of anyone else. She had been talking to Bronwyn and, unbeknownst to me, decided to have one last fling. They conspired together to make this a grand exit. She came home one night and told me that Alf had gone online and said he was organising a poker night and needed four players to join him. I didn’t really take too much notice until she told me that she and Bronwyn would be hostesses. I began to see where. There, about ten feet away, stood one of the deckhands from the Ferry she had just exited. His back was to her so she couldn't see his face. What she could see all too clearly was the mystery lady from the Ferry on her knees in front of the man. Her position and the motion of her head couldn't be mistaken for any activity other the obvious.From her vantage point, Sandy could tell that the dark clad man was already near to climax. He was either incredibly horny or she was one talented cocksucker.