‘Your tits are beautiful, so hungry for my touch, aren’t they Sarah?’ Seeing how his words alone were effecting her, he smiled. ‘Say my tits a...re aching for your touch.’ Her throat muscles working as she swallowed, hesitating for just an instant before giving into him, murmuring, ‘My tits… are aching for your touch.’ Whispering, ‘That’s my good girl,’ Charles walked the few steps separating them. ‘Hold your magnificent tits so that I can suck them.’ Sarah slid her hands beneath her heavy breasts. “Oh yes” gasped Ellie, and she lay herself down on her side on the end of the bed, and began to stroke the inside of her thigh. “Watch and learn Ellie” exclaimed Jess, as she ran her tongue all over Lela’s shiny helmet while I thrust harder and harder into her pussy. “Mmmm…” moaned Ellie, as she slid her fingers inside her shorts and unclipped the button and zip. Underneath were a lovely pair of cotton white panties, and soon she had slipped out of her shorts altogether and began to rub her. I had hands and lips all over me, and one girl slid her panties down and off her foot, pushing a nicely shaved pussy towards my mouth. I buried my head between her open legs, tongue teasing her slit, tasting that gorgeous nectar, before starting to tease and probe with my tongue, rubbing my face against her wetness. I flicked the clit with my tongue, trying to ignore all the poking, prodding probing fingers and tongues torturing my body, while I gave the girl in front of me a shuddering. Apart from the whores, only the two women beside me kept their hands down. Then, before my eyes, ever so slowly and almost reluctantly, Fran’s hand went up too. I looked back to Wendy, her hand stayed firmly down and she gave a small shake of the head. I made a gesture that the girls could lower their hands and turned to Fran. ‘I admit I’m a little surprised at you,’ I said with a calmness I was far from feeling. ‘Could you explain your thinking, please?’ ‘James, darling, I think I can make.