“Annnngggghhh!” I growled. I pulled in a big gulp of air and let it out.“Well ... okay, let me ask that question from a little different angle. ...I’m really trying to figure out some things here. Would you tell me why was it that you didn’t even bother asking me if I wanted to join a little sex club?” I asked. “You said y’all were just –what’d you say?—just three people having fun out there, right?“Hell ... like I said ... I like to have fun, prob’ly as much as the next guy,” I continued. “Why. Apparently this was the man. Jennifer looked at him under her brow, her head slightly bowed. The man appeared to be human. He was in his early thirties and had thinning brown hair. He had green eyes and a moustache. He was well built and appeared to be nearly a hundred kilos in weight. He was at least two meters tall. He was sharply dressed in slacks and shirt. One of the whip mistresses showed the girls to the man, having each one introduce herself by name. The girl on the end, the one crying. I sucked the nub inside and Sara opened herself more to me. I then slid my tongue down to the sweet hole and penetrate her with ease. I tasted some of the cum mixed together as the ridges of my taste buds slip in and out of her sweet hole.Sara began to twitch on the couch and pushed my head further into her sweetness. I loved her smell, her neatly trimmed bush with just a trace of a landing strip. I gently glided my tongue across her sweet labia and then across her clit again. Sara’s body. She hadn’t even had a single drink that night. And so there she was, eating Harley’s pussy and drinking every drop of her. But Kate felt something was off. Harley wasn’t moaning, she wasn’t screaming. She only breathed in mild satisfaction, more like she was receiving a decent massage. ‘What’s wrong?’ Kate asked, slowing her own masturbation. ‘It doesn’t feel right,’ Harley replied. ‘Want me to make her better at it?’ ‘No it’s not that… it just… doesn’t feel like I earned it, you know?’ Kate.