“Wait a minute.. I never claimed to be anything special or that I was particularly good at anything…” I started in but got cut off by her leanin...g back in and ramming her tongue back into my mouth and continuing the wrestling match with my own tongue. Her fingers were gripping my shoulders and kneading her fingers deep into the muscles as her hips began that slow grind again. Once more we had to part to catch our breath, both of us panting heavily now and it was definitely getting warmer in the. “Get us in the mood. What do you want?” She knelt down in front of the DVD player and portable TV where there was an orderly array of titles. “We’ve got ‘Yellow Tears’, ‘Golden Show Time’, ‘Puddles in the Staff Room’, ‘Smelly Dinner’, …” “I don’t fancy the last,” Edward chuckled. “That’s a scat title isn’t it? That’s a step too far for me. You’re not into that scene are you, Sammie?” Samantha smiled. “Bit too much cleaning up afterwards for me. No, if you can’t drink it then it’s no good.. I was about to speak when she raised her hand, stalling me, then dialing a number on her phone. When the party answered she put it on speaker.“Peter, old boy, is that really you?”I recognized the voice instantly. My old boss, from the British Museum. “Lord Bevington?”He laughed. “Quite right. I assume by this conversation darling Sherry has offered to bring you into our fold?”She spoke up before I could answer. “We’ve only just returned from dinner, Teddy. I haven’t made the proposal yet.”We’re. She thought it was almost cute seeing Ryan's innocence."Here's my question... all this time away from him... you must get horny as fuck, do you?" Tucker said.She pondered about how to answer that question. After remembering her last argument with her boyfriend, she knew."Ryan, come here. I can be a slut or a slut for you," She said softly to him. "That goes for all of you. I see you. I see you barely able to keep it in your pants. But, fuck it. Tucker's right, I am horny. I want you all to fuck.