Chapter Eight
A Night At The Opera
The men wore black tuxedos; white Marcella-fronted shirts, black ties and black, patent leather shoes. Elegance was a priority and, just before they left the Penthouse, Sappho, in all her finery, asked her two lovers to let her suck them as a prelude to the champagne reception.
She removed her cape, fished-out her t**s and, kneeling in front of them, opened first, Jackson’s pants and took hold of his long, thick, black phallus which moved swiftly to full-on hardness. She tongued him, mouthed him and, eventually, wrapped her ruby-red lips around his shaft, lifted her eyes to look into his and swallowed him and his eruption.
Afterwards, she did the same thing to Johnston.
“What was that all about?”
“Well, Jackson, I just want you to think of this
