I had been school shopping for the kids, picking up all the stationary products and coolest backpacks, letting them pick out their clothes with only a few minor ‘suggestions.’. My experiences in school were the stuff of nightmares. My mother abandoned my father when I was an infant, so his coping was to become a Pentecostal Christian. In the church that he attended, there was a single mother with a girl just a few months younger than me. The church leaders decided it was a divine edict that they should be together, so they got married. The stepmother despised me, and my father was essentially absent. My life was crappy; threadbare hand-me-downs from the church, and my stepsister wore brand-new stuff from the mall. Later on, another sister came, and I was even further marginalized. Picture Cinderella with more beatings. I swore my kids would never endure the humiliation at school that I did.
We got inside and set everything down on the dining room table. The kids ran upstairs with their new stuff to plan their first day at school, and I went to find my husband. He was sitting outside on the wraparound porch. I jumped into his arms and gave him my most sensual kisses on his neck, cheek, and lips.
“Did you get everything?” he asked.
“Yes, the kids are all set for school and check it out.” I held out one foot to show him a new pair of strappy CFM heels. “These are Michael Kors; I got them on sale.”
He gave them a quick glance, then turned towards the front room.
“Alright, hang on,” I said.
I reached behind me to pull down the zipper of my sundress. I shrugged my shoulders just enough so it pooled at my feet. I stood there in just my shoes and a balconette bra, nipples protruding obscenely. I have a 34F bust, so going braless was never in the cards for me, but I had not even owned panties of any type in years.
“Is this better?” I asked.
He turned, and smiled, and I noticed a slight twitch in his denim shorts. The true test of any sexy footwear is how it looks in regular attire. Regular attire for me is nothing but heels and a demi-cup bra.
He turned back to face me.
“Larry called. He needs you to call him back. He has a favor he wants to ask you.”
As a matter of reference, this was right around 2004. Even though we had cell phones there were still landlines in the house.
“Do you know what he wanted?” I asked.
He looked at me with exaggerated impatience. He never pries into other people’s business and would never ask. He was annoyed, but amusingly so.
Larry was our friend and attorney. We met him through the BDSM group we belonged to, and the guy was just into anything freaky. He would top, he would bottom, he didn’t care. Just as long as it was freaky. He became our attorney when I was kicked out of the local grocery store because my attire was too provocative. I was wearing this cute little babydoll dress and wooden sandal heels. I also had a princess plug with a pink jewel that matched my labia and nipples.
We lived in a very small town in a southern Bible Belt state, and in a small town like that, everyone knows everyone. The next day a cop showed up at our home to cite me for public indecency. The next day. Yeah, they came to the house because of a misdemeanor offense. What can I say?
According to the citation, the plug was visible from behind. It was an outrage to the moral dignity of the town. The good citizens of Prairie Grove, Arkansas, viewed us in great disfavor. They thought I was a total slut. In the interest of transparency, I am a total slut.
I walked upstairs to our bedroom to hang up my dress, my heels clicking on the risers with each step. As I got to the landing, I checked on the kids. They were busy trying on their new clothes, opening all the notebook packages and assembling their binders, sticking pencils and crayons in the pencil pouches.
I hung up the dress and picked up the bedroom phone to call Larry. Whatever it was, I knew there was going to be some level of kink and perversion to it. My youngest crossed the hallway and climbed into my lap, all bouncy blond curls and great big blue eyes. She had only stopped nursing a couple of months before. I picked up the phone receiver and punched in Larry’s number. I grabbed the little one and swung us both around, so I was on my stomach, and she was on her back. Then I grrrr'd my face in her belly, causing her to giggle. The phone picked up, and Larry said, “Hello?”.
“Good afternoon, counselor, I was told you needed to speak with me?”
The little one crawled around and laid her head on my ass, and I tensed just momentarily.
“Hey girl! I wanted to ask something of you, but first… What are you wearing right now?”
“I am at home, lying on my bed, naked.” I could hear his panting.
“Really? Tell me the truth, are you naked?” He asked.
I half turned to the little one nesting her head on my butt and handed her the receiver.
“Sweetie, will you tell your overly hormonal uncle Larry what Mommy is wearing right now?”
She gave me her mischievous smile, then drew in a huge breath. “Mommy is naked except for her shoes and her pretties!” Unintelligible mumble from the receiver. “She has her shoes on and some pretties.” More unintelligible sounds through the receiver. Two bumps on my back, handing me the receiver.
“So, counselor, what can I do for you?” I asked.
“Are you busy on the weekend of the 29th?” Larry asked.
“Nothing off the top of my head. What do you need?”
“Four of my frat brothers from college are coming to town to watch the big game.” He continued, “We have rented out some adjoining suites at the resort. I was curious if you would come to play hostess for an evening?”
“Will you just be there one night?” I asked.
“No, we have the rooms from Thursday until Monday, but the game is Saturday, so I was thinking maybe Friday late afternoon until Saturday noon if you had nothing else going on. They were talking about pooling some money for a bartender and maybe a dancer, so if that will make the idea more attractive?”
“Keep your money, that won’t be necessary.”
As discussed in an earlier story, I already had some professional relationships, and it was important they not overlap with personal ones. My mind started doing some quick permutations. He is calling me because he is hoping that my nurturing and compassionate instincts will take over and that I will make myself sexually available. I guess he thought that offering something financial would veil his real intentions. Men that think with their dicks are total fucking dopes and so predictable. I love that about them. It makes it so much easier to figure out what it is they REALLY want.
His voice was still babbling something, but it stopped being meaningful long before. “Let me check,” I said, “I will give you a call in about an hour.”
I walked back out to the porch; Daddy was sitting there with the text of the Confessions of St. Augustine open, grading papers. We had been together almost ten years; we met when he was in his forties, and I was just barely past twenty. I saw him sitting on a bar stool in some country western dive with some cute kid my age who looked like he stepped off the cover of GQ. Daddy, on the other hand, was wearing old, faded jeans and a muscle shirt that was tattered and barely sticking together. He had this long dark hair to the middle of his back. His arms and back are covered in tattoos. He was very dark-complected with brown eyes so dark that they seemed like bottomless pools.
They shone with an intellectual depth I could drown in. Muscles bulged everywhere; his traps, biceps, and lats were all on display. And not a visible trace of fat. I decided I was going to have that inside me before the night was out. When I approached the table, they assumed I was after his friend, the GQ kid. Oh no, I had my eyes set on the grand prize.
The guy who brought me to the bar was not going to be very happy.
I was wrong. I had him inside me within the hour. When he saw that it was him I was interested in, he licked his finger, rubbed it on the wifebeater top I had on, and said, “We need to get you out of these wet things right away.” The only thing that was really wet was me, and very soon, him as well.
“Daddy, Larry needs me for the weekend of the 29th. Can I go?”
He looked up, lowered his bifocals, then said, “Make sure all your chores are done.”
We loved playing these little roles. It was a constant source of amusement that his two older kids were older than I am. As of this writing, he has an age gap of forty years between his oldest and our youngest. Two of his daughters are also in the ‘lifestyle’. We even attend some lifestyle events together. When I was working as a nude dancer, they would come to the club and shout, “Yay, Mom!!!” while I was doing a nude standing split against the stripper pole in heels. The older kids are all very loving and attentive to their younger siblings; the three-year-old has nieces and nephews who are adults or on the brink of adulthood. That is the family we have, very loving, very attentive, and very close. Also, very, very protective.
I walked out onto the porch, still naked in my heels, and knelt in front of him. I looked up, made my eyes wide, and did the puppy's head tilt. “I promise, Daddy.” And, predictably, I felt a stirring right under my cheek; he was getting hard for me. Yay!!!
He pushed his work into his attaché case and started inside. I opened the screen door, moved past him, and then started up the stairwell, my heels again making a god-awful racket on the wooden risers. I fell back on the bed, my knees raised, and legs spread. I could feel the breeze on my labia, they were already wet and parted. His pants hit the floor, then his shoes and shirt. Almost losing his balance, he landed sideways on the bed, kicking his clothes the rest of the way off, and then he was there, between my legs, looking down at me.
To this day I still marvel at how rigid he gets when aroused. I used to hang a damp towel on the end of his dick, and it would stay pointing up. When I feel his glans parting my entrance, it is more like a wooden dowel than a penis; there is absolutely no give from his end. Then it pushes inside me until it bottoms out, and I gasp with the moment of pain. His lips meet mine, and then we are do our passionate dance of lust and desire, my nails clawing his back as my senses erupt in bliss.
I called Larry back and told him I was available. What he wanted was for me to put on something kind of sexy and just function as a hostess and dedicated concierge. Make sure the refrigerator and pantry are stocked, make dinner reservations, and just kind of look after things for the evening. I told him I would be there from Friday night until Sunday afternoon if he wanted.
“You would stay over for two nights?!?!”
“Well, that was my thought, but if you prefer that I didn’t…”
“No. NO! That would be awesome.”
I told him to meet me on Thursday night to give me a room key so I could get everything settled. I called a friend who owns a Jewish deli and put in an order for a bagel tray with eggs and turkey sausage. Friday morning, I got the kids started on their day, then went down to the farmer’s market to pick out some fruit. It was a bright, crisp morning. There was a mild breeze, but the sun was shining so brightly it made everything radiate. I had on a cute little flower-print dress and my light-colored wooden sandal heels with natural leather straps. Each gentle breeze would lift the hem offering glimpses of my bald slit.
I picked out some gorgeous peaches, strawberries, and melons, and some beautiful Grenache grapes that would make perfect palate-cleansing snacks. The next stop was at the cigar store, and I bought a box of the cigars that Daddy smokes. I packed everything in coolers, then spent the rest of the morning at the spa getting washed, waxed, and prettied up for my guests. I truly love the thought that I have to ensure my cunt is properly groomed for things that normally would not require. Whether it’s a job interview, a Christmas party at work, or having a meeting with contractors working on the house, I am always prepared should events take a pleasurable turn. A quick run home to pick up a couple more pairs of shoes, two scandalously inappropriate micro-mini bikinis, and a pair of Italian black kid leather opera gloves. Then, off to the resort I go.
I arrive about 2:30 in the afternoon, Larry and his frat brothers are due between 4 and 5 P.M. The caterers from our favorite little Italian place are set to arrive at 8pm. Supper will be antipasti, penne puttanesca, and chicken Vesuvio. Most don’t realize that puttanesca means ‘whore pasta,’ a little tidbit I learned when learning Italian so I could understand when my Sicilian husband was speaking his native language. It’s what prostitutes in Italy would serve their clients and mistresses serve their sugar daddies. I think pasta puttanesca is appropriate in this setting.
I had a couple of hours to set the bar up. I picked up a couple of bottles of single malt, a Balvenie twelve-year-old, and an eighteen-year-old Talisker. I love that it is mentioned in a Robert Louis Stevenson poem, The Scotsman Returns from Abroad. I couldn’t find any Van Winkle Bourbon, so I selected a bottle of Redemption seventeen-year-old and a Midleton Very Rare Irish whiskey. If they turn out to be vodka drinkers, I am totally fucked. Then again, being totally fucked is what I live for.
I put some whiskey stones in the freezer and started cutting up the melons and strawberries. I checked the humidor to make sure the cigars were at the right temp and humidity, and then I went to the deck to check the hot tub and pool. It’s now almost 4 pm, so they will be arriving any moment. Then I remembered I had to make one adjustment to my pretties. I have my hood and labia pierced, and in each labia, and I have a small captive ball hoop. I went to the restroom, pulled them both off, and then replaced them with a larger hoop through both labia, which effectively closes my vagina from penetration.
I decided against either bikini and opted to just go with my four-inch black heels with the distinctive red soles. After inserting my black jewel princess plug, I checked myself in the mirror. My makeup was dark and smokey eyes and a coral pink lip gloss that matched my nipples. I get self-conscious about how my breasts hang because of their weight, but I think being nude with just the heels was the way to go. All was set, just needed to wait for guests to arrive and things to get started. I turned on the sound system to find some Italian romance music and sat down with my book.
I had barely found the spot where I had previously left off when I heard the door latch click. I was curious to see how Larry would react; he didn’t ask me to be nude, I just thought it would create a more pleasant vibe. The door opened, and three men entered. Three men that I had never seen before in my life. Where the fuck was Larry?
Momentarily startled, I composed myself, put on my most dazzling smile, and said, “Hi, are you Larry’s frat brothers?”
They were not quite as adept at getting their composure, they stood there looking like deer caught in the headlights. I walked towards them, raising my right hand and said, “Welcome! I hope your travels were not too exhausting. Call me pet, everyone does.”
As I drew near the closest to me, he started to raise his hand. I brushed it away, going in for a hug and a gentle kiss on his cheek. I stepped back, looking into his eyes expectantly. He was a little taller than I was in my heels, so it would put him about five foot ten inches, with close-cropped dark hair and a medium complexion with just a bit of acne scarring. It looked kind of sexy on him. His eyes went to my breasts, to my cooch, then lingered for a moment on my toes in the heels I had on. I could tell this one would be spending a lot of time and attention on my tootsies. I was still in a little close, so I gently pushed my finger under his chin until his eyes met mine. “And you would be?”
The two behind him roared in laughter. If I know guys, this will be a moment that this poor fellow would never be able to live down.
“Jerry. Um… yeah, hi. We are Larry’s frat bros; I am Jerry.”
I gave my most inviting smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Jerry. And whom else do we have here?”
Stepping out and around Jerry, the next man was just a bit shorter; in my heels, his eyes were at my mouth level. He had black, close-cropped hair with the typical pattern baldness bald spot, broad in the shoulders in an IZOD shirt but with a paunch. As I stepped in to offer a hug and a lingering kiss on the cheek, he said, “I am Felipe; it is very nice to meet you…. Pet, you said?”
“Yes, pet. And finally, who is this dashing gentleman?”
The third was kind of a ginger blond with straight hair combed back, just long enough to touch his collar. His fair complexion was tanned; he was taller and slimmer than the other two. He looked like he played a lot of tennis and maybe did a little boating. Larry was an avid tennis player; he liked bringing my husband to the tennis club he belonged to so they could work out together. My husband had been in the Marines for over twenty years, and he took fitness very seriously.
In a way I guess you could say that my husband had what Larry wanted, an older guy with a much younger submissive, adoring, and playful wife.
“I go by Denny, pet. And I have to say, this is a most delightful welcome. You will have to pardon our shock. Larry said we had a hostess for part of our stay, but nothing prepared us for this!”
I went in for a hug on Denny and had to raise up on my toes just a little bit so I could plant a kiss on his cheek. He smelled of Armani Acqua di Gin and Balsam hair products.
“Well, let’s hope that this will not be the high point of your visit.” I let my eyes drop in innocent bashfulness. “Would you follow me out to the terrace? It is looking to be a lovely evening, and I thought we could enjoy the fresh air while you all get reacquainted.” I started towards the Arcadia door, my heels clicking on the travertine tile.
I opened the Arcadia door and led them to the patio table, nestled under the shade of palm and banana trees. The sound system was playing a Sarah Brightman/Andrea Bocelli duet. The air was calm with just the hint of a breeze. I positioned them so that the breeze would be at my back in the chaise. I thought maybe the subtle aroma of my arousal might entice them. I told them what I had available in the bar, then went to retrieve their orders. I still was unaware of what happened to their host, but I had no doubt Larry would be along shortly.
Before I could return to the terrace, there was a knock at the door; it was the bellman with their luggage. He pushed the baggage cart in and asked which bags went where in a thick Creole accent. He was enjoying my nudity as I explained that we had not decided what goes where yet, so I reached for my clutch and handed him a fifty-dollar bill. He smiled, gave me another lingering look, then left. I returned to the terrace, a tray of drinks in my hand. “Here you are. Your luggage has arrived. While you relax and get reacquainted, I will unpack your things in your rooms.”
Jerry was leaning against the trunk of a banana tree. Denny and Felipe gave him a ‘well?’ look. Jerry looked at me. “Let the luggage go for now; we can handle that ourselves. Why don’t you just join us out here?”
I smiled, thinking I would push things just a little bit. “But sir, I am not a guest; I am your hostess. You are here to enjoy yourselves; I am here to take care of all the little details and nuisances so that you can relax and spend time with your frat brothers. I assumed you would want to freshen up a bit after all the traveling.”
Denny spoke up, “Felipe and I are less than an hour's drive away. Jerry is about two hours. I think we can handle the enduring challenges of a couple of hours on the road in an air-conditioned car. And what our dear friend Jerry is trying to say is that your presence is exponentially more rewarding than your absence. We don’t want to waste the opportunity to enjoy you while you unpack us.” He gave me a smile, goofy and cute in self-satisfaction.
“Well, how can I refuse? Just give me a moment; I will grab myself something.” I went inside to pour some San Pellegrino water over ice with a squeeze of lime. I changed out of my Louboutin heels to put on a special pair of mules with a four-inch heel. It was highly probable that they would want to soak a bit in the jacuzzi, and these shoes were able to get in the water.
I returned to the group. All were sitting now, chatting together animatedly and sipping their whiskey. At the first clack of my heel on the terracotta deck, they all looked towards me. This was always a self-conscious moment for me. I want to walk my sexiest walk but don’t want to look obvious about it. My breasts sway heavily, so I have to move somewhat slowly lest they start bouncing uncontrollably. I could feel my areola wrinkling as my nipples began to ache. I could feel the lubrication starting to seep out of my closed labia. They were eyeing me hungrily, which in my exposed vulnerability, was at once terrifying and exciting.
We all chatted amiably about each of them. I noticed a couple of times Denny and Felipe checking out my wedding band discreetly. They started asking about me. I told them that I was married to a wonderful man. We had, in total, nine incredible kids and even more grandchildren. They hemmed and hawed at the periphery, so I told them that yes, he knew I was here, that I was naked for their pleasure, and was totally fine with it.
After a short time, they started expressing an interest in the pool and the water temp. I said they still had an hour and a half before the caterers would be here, they were welcome to take a dip. Jerry asked if it was okay to go in his drawers because he didn’t think to bring a swimsuit. He seemed a little self-conscious. He was pale and kind of soft compared to the other two. I told him that would be completely okay.
Jerry started kicking off his shoes; Denny and Felipe followed suit. They were all down to their undies. Jerry wore loose-fitting boxers, and Denny had on designer boxer briefs, no surprise there. Felipe dropped his Docker shorts, and I almost burst out laughing. He was wearing a pair of tighty-whities that looked a couple sizes too small. Not for his dick, although the outline was visible. But around his waist and ass, they were just a bit snug. Denny and even shy Jerry were not so polite; they started howling with laughter. Felipe took all the teasing in good humor, which I thought was awesome. Having a good sense of humor is always better.
I went to the towel storage by the pool and pulled out a half dozen oversized beach towels. We continued talking about generic topics, none seemed to be in any hurry to get into the pool. They were all positioned so that they could somewhat discreetly hide their erections, but I could tell they were hard. I took a back seat in the conversation, which allowed them to talk about their own stuff. Denny and Jerry were going off on some tangent, so I moved a little closer to Felipe. As we talked, I kept chuckling about his ridiculous skivvies. I handed him a towel and said, “You have to do me a favor, wrap this around you. Please.”
He laughed, gave me an embarrassed smile, wrapped the towel around his waist, and dropped his briefs. Yes!
We continued conversing. He asked about my life, lots of questions about family, our grown kids, and the age difference between hubby and me. In conversations like this, I gradually speak in progressively lower volumes, which mandates moving a little closer to hear. Once close enough, I casually reach my hand over, gently part the towel, and lightly graze his scrotum with my nails. There is no break in conversation; the eye contact remains steady, but I smile ever so slightly around my words. Moving my hand up to gently and lovingly caress his shaft. He went from semi-erect to fully erect in a single moment. His penis was about average length but very thick.
He was circumcised and very veiny; I could feel the bulges on my fingertips. I got to the tip and felt he was already oozing, which I wiped off and put to my mouth. At the same moment going in for a sensuous kiss on his lips. His mouth opened readily, and I sucked in his tongue, but only briefly.
I pulled back slightly and continued the conversation. I glanced towards the other two, who were both watching us in open-mouthed amazement. I dropped down, taking Felipe in my mouth very slowly. I sensuously caressed all that I could fit in with my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jerry and Denny start to get up. I held my hand up in a stop gesture, then indicated for them to sit back down. I laid Felipe back in his chair.
Keeping him in my mouth, I stood up, legs straight. Bending at the waist, I performed a bent-over blow job from the side with my breasts dangling against his cheek. After maybe less than two minutes, I felt him throb, then release a torrent of semen down my throat. Girls will tell you that it is sometimes difficult to swallow in that position, but I was able to get it all down without losing a drop.
Standing up, I looked at the other two expectantly. “Gentlemen, would you care to join me inside?” I sauntered back to the Arcadia door, sashaying my ass as seductively as possible. I reclined on the sofa when Denny leaned down to kiss me as he reached for my breasts. Our tongues danced, his wildly, mine soft and slow, tempering down his passion to let it linger. He dropped his boxer briefs, and his cock slapped his belly with a loud smack. It was a bit longer than Felipe but not quite as thick. It pointed almost vertically and had a slight upward curve that I really enjoy inside. It rubs and presses along that Grafenberg spot if it’s not too long. Once we got to fucking, I would get him in missionary and just hold him partway out for a few strokes. That usually gets some screaming orgasms out of me. I cum easily and often, but that stimulation is one of the guaranteed paydirt ways for me.
I took him in my mouth, looking up and licking, batting my eyes innocently. I pulled his face down to mine, and then let our tongues dance a little more. I was still reclining and felt at first a gentle breath, then the light caress of a tongue on my labia, gently gliding along the surfaces already slick with my arousal. It was Felipe, and soon he was darting his tongue lightly on my clitoris, then taking long licks up and down my slit. I smiled at Felipe, then gently pushed him away and moved towards Jerry, who was sitting in his boxers just watching. He was kind of scrunched up sitting in the chair, so I pushed him back a little and pulled his hands out of his lap.
His shorts looked kind of poofed out. I reached in for his penis and was completely shocked when I tried to pull it out; it was easily as long as my forearm and about the same thickness as Felipe. His posture was able to hide this enormous thing somehow, and it was apparently as much a surprise to his frat brothers as well. They looked at Jerry dumbfounded, and Jerry grinned at me sheepishly. I stood him up and pulled his boxers down, then had him sit while I went to work on his huge dick.
Denny crept up behind me and was approaching to enter when he felt my cunt; he noticed the piercing ring that forbade entrance. I reached for his dick, wetted it down with the lubrication that had leaked out, then held him in place while I pushed my ass onto his dick until the head popped through. I started a slow, rhythmic back and forth on Denny as I returned my attention to Jerry’s dick.
Not to be left out, Felipe scooted his face under my breasts, letting them hang into his mouth and tickling my nipples on his beard. He reached over to caress my clit, which brought a rush of pleasure to me as I drowned in ecstasy from the deep penetration in my ass. Moans were escaping my lips. I pulled Jerry in for a kiss, then returned to his cock and sensuously took it as deep as I could. Almost simultaneously I felt Denny throb in my ass as Jerry released in my throat. My own climax reverberated through my body as I savored the pulsing love of the two men.
From behind me, I heard a single clap, then another, then another. I looked over, and Larry was standing just inside the entryway. I finished licking and cleaning Jerry, then turned to Denny to clean him off as well. I felt the slick semen escaping from my ass; I clenched up and got to my feet. My heels clicked, and I brushed past Larry as he was getting his clothes off. He held his erection out for me. I kissed him on my way to the restroom.
“No time right now, sweetie, the caterers will be here soon and I need to get dinner set up. We can play some more after.” The crestfallen look on his face was priceless.
I ran to the bathroom, turned on the bidet to clean everything, then dried and lotioned myself. Feeling refreshed and energized after that yummy appetizer, I joined my guests as they were ushering the caterers in. I came out to direct where everything was to go, and after a moment or two of appreciating my nudity, they went to work getting the dishes set up.
After I had everything served, we sat down to eat, Larry at one end of the dining table, I at the other, Denny and Felipe to my left, and Larry and Jerry to my right. Four of the five of us had some of the sexual tension relieved. We all ate comfortably despite not being dressed for dinner. After we ate, I told them to please make themselves comfortable on the terrace. After a few moments, I would be out there to join them.
I fired up the espresso machine, poured some cognac, and picked out four cigars. I removed the labia piercing, and then I took one cigar and placed it inside of me. I put the espresso, the cigar cutter and lighter, and the snifters of cognac on the tray, walking out to my guests. As I handed each their espresso and cognac, I took the cigar out and handed it to Larry. I went back inside, inserted another cigar, walked back outside, and spread my legs slightly and thrust my lower torso out. I presented the next cigar to Felipe, who gave me that beautiful smile as he removed it. Then the same thing for Denny, and then finally Jerry. I told them to enjoy themselves while I cleaned up, and then we could decide what would be next.
“By the way, now that you have your cigars, my cunt is also available for the rest of the night,” I said cheekily.
