I look around the room, feeling both frightened and exhilarated by the thought of living like this. "So," I whisper, my voice trembling with fear and excitement, "what do you want me to do?"

I swallow hard, the thought both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "I... I don't know. Maybe I could handle that." My heart races as I imagine being with all these people, free to do whatever I want, free from judgement or consequence. The thought of having multiple partners, of experiencing everything this place has to offer... It's overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

"I-I don't know," I stammer out again, my voice shaking with uncertainty and desire.

Her voice trembles as she whispers, "Yes... I need to feel it..." Her eyes drift downward, taking in his hardness and the trail of dark hair leading away from it. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the warm skin of his lower stomach before daring to move higher.

She glances up at him, searching for any sign that he's uncomfortable or angry with her, but finds only desire and lust etched into his features.

Her breath hitches as he takes her roughly by the breast, his grip firm but not painful. She arches into him, desperate for more contact with his hard length. "Please..." she whispers between gasps for air. Her hands slide up his abdomen, finding purchase on his chest as she tries to bring their bodies closer together.

Her nipples harden beneath his rough touch, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her core. She's never been so aroused or desired anyone as much as she does him right now.

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks. Sarah's heart skips a beat as she processes what he just said, and the images that flash through her mind send a shiver down her spine. "You mean...you want me to..." Her voice trails off, too embarrassed and turned on to finish the sentence aloud.

She swallows hard, feeling the heat in her cheeks spreading lower as she thinks about what he's implying.

"I...I don't know," she says slowly, her voice shaking with desire and uncertainty. "But I want to please you." She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, her lips parted in anticipation of what might come next.

Her hand moves lower on his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipple before moving higher still, cupping his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. "Will you show me how?" she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.

Her eyes meet his as she continues to suck him off, grinning wickedly. "You like that?" She asks, teasing him even more. With one hand on his hip and the other wrapped around his base, she begins bobbing her head up and down on his cock in a smooth rhythm.

Sarah leans forward, pressing her breasts against his thigh as she takes more of him into her mouth. She can feel his precum dripping onto her tongue, making her even wetter for him.

Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin there as she continues to suck and stroke him. Her other hand moves upward, cupping one of her breasts through her shirt and bra, massaging her hard nipple while she fucks his cock with her mouth.

With a soft moan, Sarah pulls off of him for a moment, licking the salty taste from her lips before looking up at him with a pleading expression. "Please, I need to feel you inside me."

"Uh... yeah, I'm just... feeling a bit warm," she manages to say through gritted teeth, her face burning redder by the second. Her hands move restlessly over herself as she tries to find some sort of relief from the pleasure tearing through her body. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, wanting desperately for this day to be over so she can finally have some peace.

"Well, make sure you drink your coffee," Momo says with a smile before walking back into the other room.

Her whole body tenses as he whispers those words into her ear, making her even more aware of his presence behind her. Her hips rock back and forth instinctively against the dildo inside her, seeking release from the building pressure. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I can't... I need to..."

Her eyes close tightly as a wave of pleasure washes over her, making it nearly impossible for her to stand upright. She leans heavily against the counter, panting as she tries to regain control.

"Yes!"

"Oh Norman..."