Generally, they don’t leave me there for too long, because they want to use their slut-slave. One or both of them will saunter into the hall, and gi...ve me my orders and my outfit for the evening. Sometimes it is really slutty lingerie, such as quarter-cup bras that push my big breasts out for anyone to take and use (or abuse, more usually) together with split open-crotch panties, or it might be a lurid lilac-and-black-lace teddy, or a scarlet tight-laced corset bustier with a whore’s fishnet. I love to hear a man moan; it is one of the best sounds in the world. It is more so when I know I’m the reason that it is happening. I’m such a slut when it comes to moaning. My teeth graze along him, sucking harder, a little rougher. He shakes out a deep breath, and tells me he is close. I don’t slow down, wanting to taste him before we have dinner. I let out a low moan and his whole body tightens, he releases jets of come into my mouth almost instantly to my moans. He fills my mouth, I. I said, "Put your arms around me and let your head back. Rub your wet pussy against my thigh."In that position, I could nudge and she could feel the slippery thigh against her clit as she moved. She caught on immediately. I massaged her scalp as I felt the gentle rocking of her mons against me. I took my time to knead her head and distribute the conditioner. By then, she moved with more determination against me as her soft moans began.I took the showerhead down to rinse her hair from all sides. I said I liked it. Bruce seemed to like my efforts. He said that it was my turn now and rolled me onto my back and got between my legs. My wife straddled my face and said that it was her turn now. She fucked my face with her pussy and Bruce went down on me. He did more than play with my ass though. He lubed up a finger and fucked my ass with it. His finger on my prostate made me cum in a hurry. It felt good with him between my legs. I wanted to just lay there with my legs open and let him fuck.