Arming him with a bourbon, we gave Walter a tour of our studio. Death, photographed, shrunk, enlarge, and decorated with Photoshop, hung upon every wa...ll. Constance talked. She described our clients, telling him what she knew of their stories, and described the experiences that we organized for them. She kept little back. I added details, every now and again. Walter edged closer to me when he could, and farther away from Constance.At last, we brought him back to the living room. Walter sat. ..and they said you gave the best blowjobs. I dare you to blow me. Kelly dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth without hesitation. Her thick lips were nice and wet, full of saliva. Her tongue was working circles around the head of my prick. And then it happened. Kelly said hold on I’m going deep. I looked down and watched Kelly engulf my cock like it was a short Vienna Sausage. I wanted to feel ashamed but it felt too damn good to feel bad. I placed my hand on the top of Kelly’s head. I took my time, enjoying her little noises and other indications of pleasure, like her hands in my hair. I started to lick upward from the wet on her but she pushed me down. Suddenly she stood up and I almost fell backwards. ‘Come.’ I got to my feet and once again followed that shapely arse as she walked up the stairs. Every now and then she’d turn to look at me, her hand dangling on the bannister rail. She led me into her bedroom. She sat in a chair to one side of the bed and told me to sit on. Dara pushed Damian’s robe off his shoulders until it fell off his body. His rigid dick was a living presence between their bodies. Her fingers found his cock and pumped as their tongues lashed together.After what had happened before breakfast, and after this revelatory breakfast, she had bared herself to and declared her unashamed need for him. And the way she touched him showed it. She stroked his cock with a need and hunger and heat that was readily apparent.Damian cupped the back of Dara’s.