“Of course, if I am with one of my girlfriends who knows what a slut I am, I will tip you the wink and you can say whatever you like after that. But... no wink, no talk.”“Got it. But, er, can we do this again?” He was glancing backwards and forwards between Mel and me, assessing the reaction.“I don't know,” demurred Mel. “Nick?”“Why don't you exchange email addresses, then if you decide you want to do him again you can email him,” I suggested. I knew that Melanie would give him an untraceable. "No" is all I heard back from Him. It was getting so hard to hold on to my orgasm, trying not cum. I knew if I came without His permission I would be in real trouble. And I so wanted to please Him. My legs started to go straight out, my toes were curling up. My mind was a fuzzy, lust-filled cloud. I couldn't think, everything seemed as if it was happening to someone else. My mind was trying to process so many things. "Please can I cum Master?" I was panting for breath and trying desperately. I held her tight and started slamming my hips into hers. The head of my cock was hitting the top of her vagina hard with each thrust. I knew this was her G-spot.I continued taking careful aim with my flesh torpedo each thrust. Natalie made it difficult by bucking her hips more forcefully and moving from side to side. Her head bent straight back and her hips froze, “COMING, OH GOD, OH, OH” she said. Her pussy clamped down as only Natalie’s could. (Natalie had a snapping pussy and when she came. Maybe it was jet lag, maybe the altitude, but Betsy had the rabbit hole feeling again. Renee climbed onto the bed and chatted happily while Betsy unpacked. The drawers were papered with lovely floral tissue, scented with vanilla. Betsy placed her belongings in their proper place, and hung her dresses and shirts in the enormous closet. She left out one pair of silky pajamas, her favorite, thinking she might need the comfort of familiarity tonight. She went to run a bath, adding bath salts from a.