"People always say that," he said.They do always say that. The truth is: it's about attitude. Guys can tell when you're not into it. You've got to use... your hands. You've got to use your tongue. Not having a gag reflex helps. Considering all of this got me thinking about the last blowjob I gave and the riding I'd done after it. The memory was doing nothing to ease my sudden lust."Hey, Abby, I bet you won't put your money where your mouth is," Kyle joked.In return for the pun, I tossed the throw. He took several pictures of my face covered in his sperm and then got up."Nice pictures, huh?" he said. "Next time you try to tell me no, remember what just happened. I could send these pictures to anyone, anywhere. You probably wouldn't care but I'm sure there's someone, somewhere that you'd be embarrassed to have see them."I sputtered and tried to wipe his spunk off of my face."Wipe your face before you come in to work," he smirked. "You look like a whore. I wonder what all of those people. I hurriedly hung the towel on the rail and stopped her as I said, "Hang on a sec. Amanda, you've got something on the back of your trousers." Amanda stopped and craned her neck over her shoulder to see what was there. I moved quickly, planting my hand firmly on the ample mound of her arse. I pressed my hand in to the softness of her rear, gently rubbing at an imaginary stain. "What is it, what've I sat in now?" she asked."Oh it's just some mud or something, I can get it off, just hold still a. I couldn’t wait to find out what happened, Lynda was all smiles and Nicolette had a grin as she looked at me, I knew something happened. How did your night go, I asked to which Lynda replied laughing, ‘well that’s a silly question seeing there’s 5,000 randy sailors in town’. My God, just how far did my Nicolette go was my thoughts, was she fucked. The girls had a coffee, my anxiety was too great waiting for Lynda to leave before I could find out just what happened..