It was Claude Bertrand, “Uncle Claude” to her, a business associate and friend of her father’s. Uncle Claude had known Kimi all her life, and h...ad spent quite a bit of time at her family’s home when she was growing up. Kimi liked him and had flirted with him for years, sometimes sitting on his lap and wriggling playfully as he held her. He was tall, white haired and distinguished looking, born in France but living now in New York City.Uncle Claude had invited her to dinner at an upscale. I slowly opened my mouth and he inserted his cock pushing forward till it hit the back of my throat and I began to gag. “Just relax that throat boy and breath through your nose,” he said as he continued to push his cock into my throat. I gulped and relaxed the best I could, as he continued to fill my mouth and throat with is cock. After fully seated, he started an in and out motion fucking my mouth and throat like a pussy. I was surprised that I didn’t find what was happening all that. I was wearing my peach silk nightie and dressing gown. I got up and made them both a drink and returned to my chair after.Rob sat on the other chair and Chris sat on the floor between us. He had been there about 15 minutes when he started to stroke my ankle and as I didn’t stop him he moved his hand up my calf and onto my thigh. I wasn’t sure if Rob had seen or not but he said nothing so I asked him what he was doing. His reply was noncommittal and moved his hand further up. I looked at Rob. As she sucked on the striper's nipple, she felt Dave pressing up against her. His cologne drifted into her senses and she momentarily drifted away. Anne's thoughts fleetingly paused around her new-found interest in fucking Dave. His pheromones mixed with the environment made her body feel electric! However, Anne quickly snapped back to reality when the buxom stripper pulled back and began to gently massage Anne's breasts through her shirt, eliciting another gasp from her as she expertly kneaded.