"I hung up the phone, wondering why I had replied with yet another cliche. It was if we were running through the list of regular porno fantasies. What... next, a cheerleader? I found myself thinking I might as well be with a real hooker... Oh, shit! Could that be it?Damn! I started thinking about 'escort services' and what 'everyone' thought they 'really' were and I was getting more and more upset about it.And then I had a chilling thought. All I had done with this woman was sex! No 'outings, ' no. Please suck them” Bree implored me.“Sister Anna ... you have taken a vow of obedience ... I want you to lick and suck her nipples”. I thought that if that didn’t offend her enough to leave then nothing would.She hesitated ... then she lent forward to bring her lips close to my ear.“You are a nasty man Dave” she whispered. Then she moved her face close to Bree’s chest, capturing a nipple between her lips, licking and sucking much to Bree’s amazement and enjoyment.‘Oh ... oh ... oh god ... never. She kept her lips locked around his cock, gradually lifting her head while gently sucking the last of his juice into her mouth. As his cock softened, Roger watched her lift her head off of him, giving the head a gentle kiss as she did so. She looked up at her husband."Would you like a snowball?" she asked.Roger shook his head and she swallowed. She came up the bed and lay down next to Roger.In room 450 Matt lifted his wife's tee shirt nightie and kissed her stomach. He worked it further up to. I ran my fingers down the crease where her body and legs meet while blowing on her slit, all the while savouring the moment. I gently traced a finger down her now wet slit and across her perineum making her sigh loudly. Back it came but I stopped at her slit and slid it between the lips of her wet vagina as my head lowered until my tongue touched the engorged nub of her clitoris and I felt her shake and cry out as her pent up lust was released. Giving her no respite I slid two more fingers.