I knew that she was not a prostitute, that she was married, and that her husband had given his permission…but I just needed more. I didn’t need lo...ve but I needed something special.She on the other hand had been sent to me to do a job. She knew that I had been hard for the past hour as we talked and took control of the situation. Kit got up on her knees, swung a leg over me, and inserted my hard-on as she sat down on me. She was not facing me. It was the reverse cowgirl position.I kind of liked. Sitting back in my chair I called out Biggie, in as girly princess voice I could muster (knowing that he would probably like that) I asked if he had any special requests. He replied “of course, I’m sure you’ll be happy with the reward after” with a winking face and I waited on baited breath. “I want you to lay on the bed like before, but keep the underwear on, and don’t move”. I’d now figured out how to enlarge the chat so I could read it from further away and quickly stepped back on to the. At leastthere were no male eyes here to feast on my body and underwear. Therewere of course many female eyes giving me a good looking at as I removedmy coat. But they were mainly enjoying my predicament. A sissy boy whocouldn't help getting an erection by showing his knickers to the girls. Ididn't sense any danger. But the girls were definitely in control. And Irealised I quite liked it. "Right," said Jane. "You are going into abedroom. You will be blindfolded. You will lie down on the bed.. Lori jumped slightly and I felt her rosebud expand and contract as my tongue explored the edges. Instead of being disgusted by the taste, it was more of the salty, bitter flavor that I was now used to. I licked with more enthusiasm, even probing the center of the rosebud, the tip of my tongue toying with the opening. Lori shifted her weight, dropping her entire mass. “Yes, yes, eat my asshole, shit head,” she demanded. Her rosebud opened and my tongue entered her canal. She grabbed my head with.