Are they...expensive?”she asked with a voice she hardly could recognize.“I am sure we can...arrange a fair discount...little whore..”She could h...ear the door-bell ringing in the front room. Some-one arriving. Poetry-lovers, she hoped. The man had her skirt up around her hips, and she pulled her panties down her self. There was no way out. She kicked the panties off. They landed on a volume titled “rare tropical diseases in full colour”. The sound of shuffling steps came closer. She held her. "We ... we really didn't do anything out of the ordinary."Andy glanced away and sighed."I did, didn't I?" Regan asked."No," Andy said quickly. "It's like we talked about when we first started going out. Anything out of the ordinary requires prior discussion. I hope you weren't disappointed with last night." No," Regan replied. "I enjoyed it. I always enjoy it. But ... I wanted to ... reward you, I guess ... for letting me do anything I think of - the stuff in the car and on the deck. I was. Tracey had never experimented with this sexual position of mutual oral sex before. Blow jobs usually just led to fucking. No blokes, until she'd come to Buggery, had ever shown any interest in putting their tongues to her cunt. Perhaps it was the smell of fish and piss that put them off, she wondered. But now this wonderful woman with a supermodel body was tonguing her liked she'd never been tongued before, and as she climaxed urgently, passionately, and loudly, she knew that her own. "I looked up from the card and back to Alison. Mine for the night. I was still trying to process that when she held something else out with her other hand. "Oh, and this too. You'll need this." I took it from her. It was her control pad. I looked through the settings and found she was not currently set to a sex mode, but it was entirely within my power to change that.I looked back up at her again and asked, "Do you… know why you're here? Is that what you want?"She smiled that beautiful smile of.