Her look told me that this was exactly what she wanted to hear and she gave herself to me like a flower that opens itself up to a honeybee. I held her... arms above her head so she couldn’t move and slowly rubbed the head of my cock around her soaking wet Pussy, my god it was fantastic, I really just wanted to plunge my cock right in and fuck her for all I was worth, but that wasn’t the game and we both knew it. She started to moan and force her hips up against my cock, but I held her arms tightly. I didn’t even look at him before I walked away. I took a few steps away from the table and then I caught a glimpse of him in the kitchen. He was looking at me and nodding his head off to one side, like showing me something. I couldn’t see what it was, but I was going to go anyway. I walked into the busy kitchen and although there were people everywhere no one noticed me because of the confusion. I walked to him and turned in the direction that he had nodded. It was a walk-in fridge that was. Then he leant across me, dropped his head down and took my cock into his mouth. Ecstasy! His lips and tongue finding my most sensitive places, driving me wild with desire.He came off and we reversed, I dropped down towards his crotch and licked his swollen cock-head gently, feeling him stiffen with pleasure. Then I took the full length in, gradually working down until my reflex started before pulling up to suck and lick the most sensitive parts. Repeated again and again, using my hand to wank. ."You know, not everybody has to have a six point five..." the man said, eyeing him.Jacques smiled ruefully, spreading his hands. "Do I look to you like some woman's idea of a gigolo?" Jacques was five feet eight, slight and wiry, balding, and had a rather long, narrow nose.The man smiled. "Perhaps not -- but you DO have other talents, don't you? It appears that as long as you understand its basic function, you can create or repair just about anything..."Jacques grunted. "Too bad that doesn't.