"If I were interested in experimenting - not saying I am - but if I were, what would you - or someone with your interests expect from me in return? I ...mean, you know, a blow job is a blow job, but that doesn't mean I would be willing to do anything or everything or, well, you know."Eric laughed at him and reached out to place his hand on Jared's thigh. "You work it out together." Eric slid his hand further up Jared's thigh and gently rubbed his balls through his pants. Eric had had enough to. "If you're the friend, I've got plenty of time. You drink bourbon, straight up. Isn't that right?" No thanks, Tonya. My stomach is still recovering from yesterday's best whiskey that Flossie gave me." Maybe some vodka or schnapps?" No thanks." Well, then, maybe you'd like me to show you around."I followed her to a bedroom decorated like from a palace in Paris. It had French mirrors, gilt furniture, silk curtains, and a king size bed with an assortment of pillows. The room would have looked. Sebastian whined from losing him and was worried shesaid something wrong. However, after Peter put her feet on the floor,he spun her around and pull her ass closer to him. Sebastian stumbledforward and placed her hands against the wall. She felt Peter at theentrance of her cunt and he slammed with enough force to lift her offher feet. Sebastian responded in kind and slammed back into Peter'sthrusts. Wet slapping and moaning filled the space as the two went atit in the steamy room. It was so hot. The lightest touch on the back of Birgit's head was the only indication necessary. She rose, wiped her lips with a tissue, handed him the panties he had been using earlier, and once again disappeared through the mirrored doorway. Shortly, she returned bearing an ice bucket and a bottle wrapped in a white cloth. Theo had no superior feelings about Austrian sekt but for this occasion he had specified the genuine article: French champagne, the 1999 Veuve Clicquot, and to hell with the cost..