You kiss and lick in the valley between my full breasts breathing in my warm scent. We kiss again hungrily. You unzip my jeans and your fingers find m...y damp pussy. I moan and start to move sexually as you stroke my wanton clit softly, tenderly, caressing it slowly. I slip out of my jeans, my panties fall to the floor. You drop to your knees and trace your tongue up and down my swollen clit which is glistening with my dew. I move slightly as your flick your tongue around my hole before you bury. "I have one more gift for you, Elle," Jim said, handing her a box from the nightstand.She opened it to reveal a strap-on black cock."Oh God," she said. "What do you want me to do with this?" Well," said Jim. "I've fucked both of you. But you've never fucked this little bitch boy have you?"With that, Jim pulled down my panties to expose my throbbing cock. "Get behind her, Elle," he said. "And finish Wendy off."I was propped in front of her, my ass still shiny from all the lubricant. I know I was. "Men didn't do it. Toys or raunchy stories don't work for you. Girls aren't really your flavor. But you explode like Mount Vesuvius when I beat your ass."She pointed her finger at Gloria. "You, my honey, are a positively perfect pain slut. It takes pain to trip your trigger." She smiled and her voice became soft and deep. "And I know just the place to find someone to pop your circuits regularly."The professor introduced her to life at the club and gave her the sub name, "peas." Actually. Therefore, I could draw it.Mahler, Symphony No. 2. Paint on my brush, I attacked the paper in short bursts. Focal points, Doc had called them. Just a quick stroke to establish where the eye would be led. Six women focused on the reclining nude. The nude with her eyes fixed on me. Two unnoticed in the background shared a kiss. When the stunning vocals of “The Resurrection” in the last movement pulled at me, I could feel Sandra pulling the comb through Kate’s hair, loving every strand it touched..