“You look hot Sarah, very hot,” Blair and Carson both told me as they undressed me, Carson my blouse and Blair my skirt. My man Roger’s almost naked body was smeared in oil, sitting on a stool, naked apart from his sexy. Within a few weeks he was telling me repeatedly, “I live to pleasure you with my tongue; lips and fingers.”
He also made a point of shaving my pubes every Sunday, invariably as wonderful foreplay before he tongue fucked me, often with a third person watching, male or female. You walked up to me and we tongue kissed passionately as I lifted your shirt to show the women your taut, toned ass. You were wearing your black, silk shirt as you walked in slowly so the women could get a good close look at you and you them. I had a bottle of oil close by and teased the women some more as I smeared oil over my tits, my nipples.
