I never said anything about the thirty seconds of no blowing. I don’t know who started it, but now all the women took the thirty seconds to try and ...seduce the men. Bethany had one hand playing with her tits, the other in her crotch. She was looking at me with her mouth open, licking her lips. “Blow” I said. Bethany started blowing me, as all the women blew. Bethany was very good at deepthroating. I guess having a black husband probably helps that skill develop. Something caught my eye, and I. "Wet?" I ask in a half-joking fashion. She simply stares back at my eyes and takes my cock into her mouth once more. This time, in and out at a slow pace. I place my hands on her dark-brunnette hair as I throb more, before coming in her mouth. A small amount dribbles over her breasts and she swallows the rest."Now you're ready" she whispers and moves back lean on the edge of the bed with her legs open. She looks over her glasses and says "time to get down to business" whilst removing her black. "God, look at me. I'm a wreck. Should we…?" I pick up the glass and drain the rest. Probably a mistake. "Should we do this like you said?"He turns to me fully, smiles and nods, reaching to brush my forearm. I swear a chunk of me melts inside, tumbling through my body, carried with my thumping pulse. I clutch for my bag and fumble the clasp. Retrieve one of the keycards and slide it onto the bar."4109. I'll be ready," I lean in again and whisper, "Sir."Turning, I make a catwalk runway show of. This is my first story for ISS and the story I am going to narrate happened when I was studying in high school in Madurai, when I had been to my Aunt’s house in my summer vacations. I am fair in colour, well built with a gym body and most important with an 8 inch dick. I was aware of the woman anatomy at that age by reading sex books and watching porn, but never had any chance to see a woman naked, but was longing to see a naked woman and masturbating myself thinking about it.My Aunt Suma.