They are employed to look after the sexual desires of tourists and they are very experienced in sexual techniques even though they are only 18 years o...ld. All three had learnt to speak English as c***dren, which helps them now in their work with the tourists.The previous day Sumalee had looked after the sexual needs of Stuart, a tall, well built, Englishman, and she couldn't stop talking about the size of his erection. She wanted the other two girls also to feel his super weapon spreading them. The musicians and the cello player, in particular, would have been able to work out exactly what was happening.More than once the cello player looked directly at me as I began to enjoy Rona’s attention. I was getting hard very quickly. Up and down Rona went with a firm grip, occasionally pausing to rub my cock head directly. “I’m going to cum if you keep that up,” I leaned over and whispered in Rona’s ear. She said nothing but increased the pace of her stroking. The cello player was looking. He moved my hand up and down his shaft which was almost completely hard now until he was sure I knew what he wanted me to do. He moved his hand off my hand and used it to support himself. He started to slide himself up and down my tongue carefully as I continued to slide my hand up and down his hard cock. His balls bounced gently on my face the whole time. My tongue was starting to get too sore to keep it straight enough for him to continue fucking himself with it. He could feel it softening so. You owe me that.’ I paused waiting for confirmation. ‘Okay.’ I could tell she felt a trap coming on. I didn’t waste time springing it. ‘Suppose we only date on weekends when Josh has Rebecca. Whether you want to continue going to bed with me is optional, too, until you’ve figured out where this is going.’ ‘Well –‘ She hesitated. I knew I had won. ‘That seems reasonable.’ ‘Good! Then we’re on for a week from Saturday?’ ‘Okay.’ I could hear a new tone in her voice. Was she happier now? ‘I’ll call.