”We laughed and I said, “Well…Yes. Exactly.”We laughed again, and she said, “It was as impressive as you said it would be, and you don’t e...ven have to give me the world. Just your friendship. Like this. Warm, sweet. Happy.”She looked down and raised her eyebrows, “Okay, you can give me that too!” We laughed at my renewed erection and she said, “I’m completely tapped out. Can you sleep?”“Can I just watch you while I…?”She smiled, “Please do. And then you have to sleep.”I watched her as she sat. Male Readers, either Sub or Dom depending on the story (or bit of the story!) are invited to take the part of the DM, imagining themselves enjoying the various pleasures of the Triple D, the Pleasure Dungeon, and/or the surrounding areas.In the narrative, DM specialises with his hands and tongue, and the Mithril cock ring of temperature control; he often wears a Tuxedo, or other full evening dress, sometimes adding a simple black eye mask, or even a Minotaur Gimp Mask for special occassions. He. Nina told me she’d be staying up a while longer to type the reports. I awake at 2:30 AM to the sound of a Pacific storm. I couldn’t go back to sleep and figured I’d might as well read the reports Nina typed up. I got up and put on a pair of short pants and opened the door to the office. At first I didn’t see her standing by the widow, but as I walked closer to the desk she was clearly looking at me over her right shoulder. “Nina?” “I…I couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry; I’ll go back to my room. This. Not to be left out, Cliff grabbed Sara and pulled her hairy bush onto his face. She was wet from her freeway finger-fucking and her cum tasted delicious as Cliff tongued away. He could feel the pressure building in his cock and he pushed Sara aside. He wanted to shoot his first load into Lauren’s fresh, tight cunt. He grabbed Lauren and spun her around onto her knees. He slid his cock down the crack of her ass until he felt her hot, dripping hole. With one smooth, parting motion, he nudged.