I could now see it up close. His cock had a little bush above it, but his balls were clean and hanging. I could see some pre cum dripping. It smelled ...pungent. I took it in my hands and guided it to my mouth. It felt thick while it was still not fully erect. Spit on it he commanded. I did so he forced my head and moved it on his cock. I felt it grow in my mouth. It grew so big that I had to open my mouth fully to take it in. so thick that I had to my mouth dried due to the excitement. He helped. The tension has built so much that, by now, you are in sexual torment, wanting to scream, “touch me, damn you,” but you know that if you do, I'll slow down even more. You bite your tongue to keep yourself quiet, knowing how good it'll be if you are patient. After an agonizing hour of desiring to be touched, my hand finally comes in contact with your dampness.As soon as my hand grazes across your outer lips, you shudder and cry out involuntarily. I look at you and smile, drinking in the pleasure. Our plan was to go on a Friday night about 11:30pm knowing that the club had to close at 1:00am. We figured this timing would give our plan the best opportunity to succeed. I was going to let Sam pick the girl, but I would have veto power. I was going to dress sexy but not to slutty and Sam was going to just dress casual. We had scoped out a hotel close by, knowing that we wouldn’t want to bring the girl to our home and we would be about an hour away from home. As we arrived, the doorman was. I'd like you all to welcome, Sir Geoffrey."The girls clapped politely as a man came into the room with an almost embarrassed look on his face. Sir Geoffrey was thin, tall and wearing steel rimmed glasses with blued lenses. Liz guessed that he was in his mid-fifties, perhaps. His hair was grey but there was still plenty of it – he wore it long, pulled back into a pony tail. His skin had the tanned, weather beaten, look of someone that had spent much of their working life out-doors but the care.