He tipped it towards me, and I wasted no time in taking him deep into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around his length as I took him in, down to the hi...lt, before drawing back up along the shaft. He moaned, he eyes closing tightly. Grabbing the shaft, I came back up to the tip, and ran my tongue around and under the frenulum. He hissed in a breath, and his eyes shot open as I deep throated him again. I used my left hand to cup and start gently squeezing his sack.During this time, Gemma had. Sara busied herself in the dinning room, cleaning, filling condiment containers, and straightening the chairs, while Mandy and Roy cleaned up in the kitchen, and prepared for the morning cook. As Sara finished she heard the familiar sounds of Mandy’s giggling and Roy panting. Entering the kitchen, she made her way towards the chef’s table. This time was no accident. Mandy sat on the chef’s table, completely naked, her heels on the edge of the wood, resting on her elbows. Her head was thrown. I thought by now I had learned all the tricks and had control of the interviews, but Stacy keeps throwing me curves and sending me off balance. My loving husband Frank takes my hand and whispers, "Honey, don't worry. You're doing fine and we can edit out the parts you don't like."I complain back in a whisper, "Like hell I am fine! She's driving me crazy! It's almost like..." I stop and then a smile slowly creeps across my face.Frank gives me a puzzled look, "Almost like what?"I grin, "Honey, I. Finally, he succeeds in pulling my bodice down, revealing my pale breasts to his lecherous eyes. The pink of my aroused nipples disappears between his lips, and I try hard not to reveal my pleasure and consequently, our location. One of his hands makes it beneath my skirts, gently caressing my pussy. I draw blood from my lips as I bite myself to contain my moans of pleasure. One of his fingers finds the source of my wetness and sinks wholly in. I let out a shriek of desire, hushed quickly.