Roarke eased closer to the two women.  The sight of them made his jeans much to tight for his achingly ready shaft.  And so when Dawn commanded him, he smiled and lowered the pipes without hesitation.  "As you wish..." he answered softly.  His dark and hungry eyes met Cecily's when she looked back and he drank in the promise and offer there.  He took a moment to lifted the pipes free and set them aside carefully before hastily stripping off his pants and freeing his throbbing cock at last.<br/><br/>He sank to the soft carpet behind Cecily, watching the woman sway as she worked at dawn with her lips and fingers.  Then he was pressed close, the firm length of his cock trapped between them and nuzzling the small of her back as he slipped his hands around her, brushing his fingertips over her skin until he gathered one of her breasts into each hand and began to knead and cup those soft mounds firmly.  His own lips moved to her back, exploring the ridges of her spine as he embraced her.