As 2am approached and people were making their way home, John, Trace and Sara made their exit to the cab ranks and jumped in the first cab waiting. On...ce in the cab Trace sat in the middle of John and Sara, all three with their hands between each other’s legs, Trace rubbing John hardening cock through his jeans and rubbing the inside of Sara thigh and tickling her pussy through her shorts, while John and Sara both had their hands between Trace thighs taken turns in rubbing Trace pussy through. "I'm in control the whole time." I pushed him onto the bed and resumed sucking on his beautiful cock. I moaned to show him he wasn't the only one being pleasured. As I sucked, I used my hands to play with his balls, which tightened; I knew he was cumming. I stopped sucking and sat up on the bed. "No one cums until I want them to," I stated. He pleaded me with his eyes, but I shook my head and lay down again. This time I engulfed his entire dick in my mouth. I started to gag; he started to moan.. I felt her mouth move as she silently mouthed the words to the song that she knew so well. The sensation of that movement against my shoulder was for some reason erotic. I ran my hands up and down her back. First touching the waist of her jeans and then working my way up past her bra to gently stroke her shoulder blades. ‘Mmmm, this feels nice.’ She murmured as her hands slowly caressed my shoulders and neck. ‘Yes it sure does.’ I mumbled huskily. I was beginning to breath raggedly I was hoping. Everything seemed great, so great in fact, that I’d decided to ask her to marry me. Three weeks later, when I did, she said she wasn’t sure. I don’t remember much about the drive home. My mind went on autopilot, and I thought more than I watched the road. Funny how you can do that, isn’t it? You drive somewhere and don’t remember how you got there. I made it to work the next morning by the skin of my teeth. I felt like crap. I must have looked like crap to Donna, our HR manager, too. ‘Walt,.