He groans, his lips vibrating on my clit as his tongue flicks inside me. I gasp and moan loudly, another orgasm approaching. Mark continues and I arch... my back further, the second orgasm hitting me hard. After it passes I collapse back to the floor. Mark smiles and scoops me up in his arms, as he did the night we became mates, and carried me to the bedroom so we could go to sleep. -Violet- He smiles and pats my face, instead of slapping it. "Good girl" The praise makes the pain worth it. Already. The other three women moved close and they all touched him with at least a hand.Phyllis was looking him straight in the eye. When he grabbed her wrists as if to push her off, she said "Don't, Roger. Please. We just need to find out." That puzzled him just enough so he paused with his hands still on her wrists.With almost the reaction speed of a teenager, his penis expanded in her hands. Just as the feelings started to overtake him, both women let go of his genitals. Leaving him with his cock. I hoped she was enjoying what she saw, I know I was. But I wasn't ready to stop yet.One thing about string bikinis is that they can be tied in the front as well as in the back. With my free hand, I untied hers and her beautiful tits sprang free. I grabbed one, pinching, squeezing, pulling, getting it as hard as my cock.I was going faster. My dick was starting to throb. Almost there..."Cum on my tits, Baby! Cover my bikini with your hot load!" Only if you cum with me." It wouldn't be long."Holy. I imagine I must have slept with this maid, and certainly, I did with some female, in a room called the Chinese room, on account of the color of the wallpapers. I recollect a female being there in bed with me, that I awoke one morning feeling very hot and stifled, and that my head was against the flesh; that flesh was all about me, my mouth and nose being embedded in hair, or something scrubby, which had a hot peculiar odor. I have a recollection of a pair of hands suddenly clutching and.