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Tom's eyes flickered to a smile and he conceded that Bijou had been taught just a few tricks. "Maybe later, I can demonstrate some of them for you. Bijou just loves to perform, right Bijou?"

Bijou eyes perked up at the mention of his name. Bijou knew what Tom was talking about and he wiggled his arse playfully.

"Elton, get Paul a drink, please dear."

"What does he drink dear? Does he drink Champagne or maybe I'll mix up one of my highballs. Or would he like some wine? You know we have red wine and white wine and sweet wine… but most people prefer to have a sparkling wine with this type of dinn…"

"Goddamn it. What is this nonsense? What in the hell are you talking about. This is not the time for a dissertation. Man, I said move your arse. Get him a drink, not drinks. Now Paul, sorry about this. What would you really like to have?"

Paul replied, "Whatever you are drinking."

"Elton, shake your arse. You heard the man."

Elton shuffled over the bar and made Paul a drink. As he padded back, he tripped over his own feet and poured the drink over Sandy's pink and blue shift. The cold drink with its ice cubes made Sandy jump to her feet from the shock. She screamed. "You Goddamn stupid son of-a-bitch. You are the clumsiest… you're the dopiest. Dumbo. Dumbo, now you've done it. You have finally done it!"

Sandy stood in front of Elton. She continued to shout, "I'm taking off my shift, my panties and my bra. Open your eyes stupid and look at me. Stop shaking. I want you to get on your knees. I'm going to make you suck my cunt." Sandy suddenly started to pummel Elton's shoulders as he stood in front of her.

Elton fell to his knees and he picked up Sandy's shift and tried to cover her exposed beautiful large titties with it.

Sandy wrapped him across the head with her open hand. "Kiss my toes! Aren't you glad I had these open toe boots made especially for you. Come on stupid, kiss them!"

Elton leaned forward and kissed Sandy's exposed toes. He licked them with relish until Sandy again commanded him, "Get my riding crop! I feel like riding. Come on stupid move your arse!" She turned and looked towards Paul and Tom on the sofa.

Paul and Tom were locked in a hot embrace. Tom's hands were stroking Paul's excited prong. The light from the candles threw long shadows across the bulge in Tom's crotch.

Paul slouched downward in his seat and spread his legs wide apart. His eyes were shut and he felt Tom unsnap the waist band of his powder blue form fitting slacks. His silk undershorts did little to hide his big black hard cock. It throbbed against its silken bonds. Paul spread his legs wider and he felt Tom tug at the elastic of his almost transparent undershorts. With half closed eyes he saw his beautiful rampant phallus throb. The head stretched itself into a wide brown knob.

"Go ahead Tom. Take a swat at it. Have you ever been sucked off by a man, Paul?"

Paul's head was lying back. He was breathing deeply. The aphrodisiac that she had put in the ice cube water evidently had taken effect. She knew that her cunt was on fire and Elton's attitude pleased her. He was docile.

Elton trotted back to Sandy's side. The riding crop was in his hand, "here is the riding crop, dear. You did want the riding crop didn't you. I didn't know which one to bring you. You have a black one and a white one and this brown one."

Sandy frowned and arched her eyebrows. She looked downward at Elton and said, "Why the hell did you bring the three of them. You know I like the white one." She took the white riding crop, stepped back and slashed at Elton's face. "Tell me why I like the white one, Elton? Does it work better or is it because of its color? Anyway take your God damn fucking clothes off. I want to be able to get at you good. I want you to be my personal pony. Besides, which, whoever heard of a fucking pony wearing clothes. And you are my pony and I am going to whip your arse!"

Elton was naked and folding his clothes, when he felt Sandy's riding crop cut across his arse. "Eiiiii eiiiii eiiiii." Elton continued to fold his clothes.

He heard Sandy's voice thunder, "You dumb son-of-a-bitch. Get on your knees." Elton fell to his knees in front of Sandy and assumed an almost praying position. His head was turned upwards, hands were clasped in behind of his back and his eyes were shut. Elton's cock was in semi-hard condition and Sandy reached down and pushed it from side to side with the end of her riding crop. Her other hand reached over and picked up two of the aphrodisiac loaded ice cubes. Then she laid down on the gold and black leopard skinned rug.

Elton watched Sandy lie on her back and spread her legs. He saw her gaping trench, hot and wet in front of him. He was glad that Sandy had commanded him to open his eyes a few moments ago. He looked to the left and saw that Tom was on his knees and sucking Paul's rampant black prong. Tom's right hand was working up and down the red meat shaft that hung out of Bijou's sheath. Bijou just laid there oblivious to everything. Paul's hand was on top of Tom's bobbing brown head. He felt Tom's tongue move around his hot knob. Tom's hand kept moving up and down Bijou's cock and his tongue whipped around and around on Paul's inflamed cock head. Every once in a while Paul felt Tom's tongue dig and gouge, and try to plough up his piss hole.