maintaining our communication

As Mark walks down the hall and vanishes, returning a little while later with a tiny bottle, Jacob picks me up from the table and takes me into the living room. Lube.

"Have you ever done this before?" Jacob asks as he lays me on his lap in the large recliner.

"Taken four men all at once?" I spoke, calming my anxiety with my tone of amusement.

He raises the corner of his lips, and he offers a little head shake. Have someone bring you here. His finger rests on my puckered hole after slipping between my ass cheeks.

I slap my forehead. I've never done it...