“Ashlee?” Helen asked as she slipped her arms around my chest and pulled me back against her. “What?” Erin said, pulling her mouth off my dick. They asked a lot of questions about who I worked for, where I was going, etc. Bobbi doesn’t care much for her, but I think Erin is fond of her.” I stared into Erin’s eyes as I held her head in both hands, humping my hips into the air to drive my cock into her willing mouth. For one th
ing, she appeared to be some sort of pet project Erin was working on, and I didn’t want to get in the way of whatever she was doing. It was her homecoming we were celebrating, after all. Helen was turning Bobbi slowly, so they both faced us and reached down to grasp the hem of the younger woman’s baggy shirt. “Marcus,” she practically purred, “You shouldn’t have.”
I smiled back at her, once again feeling a kinship with the dominant woman. Unlike my personal trainer, she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that I’d walked in on them, which was unsurprising. Tara turned to look at me, her eyes positively green with envy, and I had the feeling she was devising workouts that would border on defying the Geneva Conventions.
