"Perhaps we should clean ourselves and go see if we're needed." Or not," Camille replied, breaking the hug and returning to her original stance. "They... already know what's going on in here so they can wait as far as I'm concerned."Evan inspected his lover's form with appreciation – which Camille noted as she looked at him over her shoulder. He began to run his hands over her back, softly raking his nails down her skin. Camille had always loved to have her back scratched lightly and she found her. Her lipstick was smudged across her lower face andshe looked up at the cock inches away from her eyes with a resigned lookof defeat and despair."Back to work whore, open wide for Daddy."She looked up at me, her face pinned down at my mercy; I started to slapmy cock across her open mouth, her cheeks, her chin and her nose; shewas just fuck-meat for me to use."Is your throat nice and loose for me now bitch," I teased her."I am gonna fuck your face until I shoot my load over it bitch; you willwear. Our leather skirts were scandalously low, andour painted faces looked severe with arched eyebrows and cherry-redlipstick. While we were out drinking, you allowed her to apply somelipstick on you as I watched and laughed. That was our test, and youpassed magnificently. I knew where that would lead.After you invited us back to your place, I put more lipstick on youwhile she put two fingers in your mouth, telling you softly to suck. Youwere a born cocksucker, I could see that. Pure fucking sissy,. Tiffany had made a total of six molds of my cock so that we were able to make two dozen dildos that night. Tiffany was pleased because she had been paid for them already. When I asked what they were selling for she smiled and said twenty bucks apiece.Then she laughed and told me about Brad the Captain of the Football Team. It seems that a lot of the girls at school had requested copies of his cock thinking that he was well hung. Tiffany knew from first hand experience that Brad wasn’t that well.