You dip your fingers between them and play with the opening to your cunnie, pressing its top edge against your pelvic bone. You spread your legs open ...and play. Easy, easy. Rising, rising. How naughty of you. Your fragrance is blending with the perfume. ‘My Sin, indeed,’ you think… teasing, playing… There are footsteps in the hall, a rap on your door, ‘Miss –‘ ‘One moment, Louise.’ ‘Yes, Miss. Maggie and I want you to know we’re ready.’ Your fingers are busy, teasing, keeping you on the edge.. Still holding the shaft I gasped with delight as she ran her tongue down and around the shaft covering every inch before coming down flicking my balls with her tongue before sucking each one in turn and then totally unexpected I nearly jumped off the chair when her tongue then flicked between the cheeks of my arse, OMG this girl either had a good teacher or this wasn’t the first cock she had sucked, I was shaking with the pleasures she was giving me, MmmHer continuous sighs of ‘Mmm’ told me she. There's no doubt that I was totally turned on by this. The fact that I was in a group of about 6 to 8 men, most with their cocks out, slowly wanking to keep them hard, all waiting for their turn, didn't seem to matter, I was like rock. So it was, for the fist time ever in the Prince of Wales, I got my cock out.Without knowing it I somehow found myself behind the next bloke getting his blow job. I was so keen to see what was going on I was almost leaning over his shoulder."Fuck off mate and. I don’t mind.’ Little by little Clara drew the young man out in conversation, and it was no surprise to find that she was right—that the familiar look about him probably meant just what she thought it meant. When they’d become comfortable with each other and Clara hadn’t pressed too much on his evasions—getting only a sketchy ‘feeling inferior and abandoned by the world’ version of why he was here on Christmas Eve rather than anywhere else—she reached down into her pocketbook and took a shiny.