As my orgasm grew, I tried to keep licking, but struggled to concentrate.

Suddenly she stopped.

I whined, "Please Carol, don't stop."

"Go bend over the coffee table," she ordered, as she pushed me off her.

"What? Why?" I asked.

She ordered, her tone suddenly changing, "Move. Now. Cathy, I'm about to give you the fucking of your life."

"I don't understand," I said, lying on my side.

"You don't need to, just do it," she ordered, as she went over to a duffle bag she had brought along that I hadn't noticed until now.

For some reason, I still felt compelled to obey. I crawled over to the table...