She lay back on the bed and welcomed her friend into her arms. Marsha kneeled over Lana, leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth, lavishing it ador...ingly with her tongue. Lana pressed her fist to her mouth, muting the sound of her lustful gasp. Her other hand slipped under Marsha's shirt and under her bra. "Ummmh," Marsha moaned into Lana's breast. "You taste good," she said as she moved her mouth to Lana's other nipple.Lana's chest heaved upwards, meeting her friend's advances with a. He gave Tomas a pointed look, then looked back at me and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. I shook my head, miming sleep. He made the same gesture at Theron, and I grimaced, shaking again. He turned to look at Alistair's sleeping form, instead, and then raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question.Great. I met the guy five minutes ago and he can bloody tell I'm attracted to Alistair. Note to self - learn to be a better actor. I shrugged, refusing to confirm or deny. I wasn't going to admit to. I did my best to control my gagging but that only lasted a second or two. Next I was choking and gagging as he held my head down. I then pulled away by leaning back using all my weight, and managed to break free. As soon as i did I threw up a bit and he pushed my head in a trash can to catch it. He then positioned me with my face on the floor, ass in the air on my knees. He got behind me and I felt him push his dick into my crack. He lined it up with my hole and pulled my cheeks apart then. I’d noticed him as soon as he’d walked in, his stroll casual, posture confident, his navy blazer over a silver-grey t-shirt looking stylishly rumpled stretched across his broad shoulders, and his faded jeans molded to his long, muscular legs. His slightly olive complexion was darkened by beard stubble over his angular jaw and cheeks, an unusually heavy eight o’clock shadow or maybe a couple day’s growth, and his thick, black hair was sexily mussed. My eyes followed him, and my tired body.