As Ron dimmed the lights and poured them all a second glass, Zena said, “This really is good champers. Harder. XXX “Let’s go into the bedroom. Can’t disappoint our guest, can we?”
Carmen helped Ron out of his clothes but left his brief and bulging underpants on him. “I need two hands for that,” Zena said, her voice with a definite tremor of excitement, “my hand won’t go all the way around it.”
Carmen was still standing in high heels with her G string on as Ron knelt on the floor behind her, kissing and tonguing her ass. Was it Zena? Carmen can make the rules.”
In the bedroom Carmen took control.
