The it was her turn. She told me to lay on my back and then held my cock in her hand, she gently gave me the best blow job I had ever had in my life. ...She ran her tongue around the head of my cock then licked up and down the cock as she played with my balls, at the same time she would stroke my cock to get it harder and harder. I was so overcome by the feeling my head began to swim and I could feel my cock fill up with cum. She sensing that I was on the verge of coming took my cock and squeezed. I kept imagining that she wouldn't really show up and I'd sit there all Saturday watching college football and jerking off that night. Or if she did show up, she'd back out of really doing anything. I mean, she'd say she was my slave but would stop short of anything really risqué.But what if she was really going to pay off the bet? I would have to be ready in that case. I mean, she'd have to know what a woman being a slave meant, at least to a guy. My imagination ran wild with the. As Hannah was having her secong orgasm, the man in her mouth grabbed her by the back of her head, pushing his dick all the way down her throat. As Hannah felt the cock in her mouth spasm, she started to swallow, trying to keep it all in her mouth. As the dick behind her pulled out, and the person underneath her crawled away, and the dick was removed from the mouth. Hannah reached down to pull her panties back up, when she realized they were gone. As she stood back up, pushed her skirt down, she. "If we could find some woman for the afternoon, have a good time, take a nap, and then go out later tonight and do it all over again."Why did she say "we" I wondered. Did she think that because I stayed in Vegas I not only approved of her new found lust but I was willing to participate in it? I didn't say anything. No use starting something again. I can always excuse myself and leave her to her new whims. Besides, I want her to have a good time. And having sex with another woman isn't like.