Zipporah would enjoy the hard tense of muscle on his thigh as she greedily snaked up along the length of his own snake growing in his pants.  In a few seconds it would become unbearable to leave alone, but the last thing he wanted was to brush her hand aside.<br/><br/>"A little whore is she?" repeated Sabre slowly through clenched teeth and a wide grin getting over his polite flirting and giving into this pacing she and Daelen were now setting.  Taking a much bigger sip and swallowing with an almost audible gulp, he gasp both from refreshment and a sudden twinge of arousal as he grew longer and thicker under her fingers.  "I'm not buying it.  A whore does what she does for money, whether she loves the job or not.  It's very... American.  No.  This little bird is a slut.  A lovely, charming slut."<br/><br/>His free hand clasped over hers as her attention was confusingly split between four men and their cocks.  So Sabre helped her along but curling her fingers more tightly around the bulge snaking down his inner thigh for a few strokes before using her hand to guide his cock out of the sleeve and stuffed upwards pressing against the waistline and belt.  Then came the fun part - caressing her fingers and manipulating them to undo his belt, unbutton his dress pants, and then very slowly unzip until his heavy cock simply tumbled out over her hand.  Each pulse made it bounce against her knuckle as it continued growing slowly, and he was a patient man, but he wasted no more time in forcing her hand over his thick shaft.  Holding his fingers over hers in a tight grip he began slowly jerking himself using her own hand, making sure for now she merely stroked the foreskin up and down his shaft.  After a while he released her, and watched how she handled him on her own initiative.<br/><br/>"Don't forget to lube it up, honey."