Jen.

"Jen," Alice answers. "She had fucked me all night with a strap-on so she deserves to be fucked with a real cock."

Jen hugs her girlfriend. "Thank you, honey."

You realize that they are treating you like another one of their sex toys but why would you or any other heterosexual man complain about being used for casual sex by two gorgeous women? You grin like a child in a candy shop and climb off the bed.

"Let's go to our room and let Sara take a rest," Jen suggests, winking at the redhead rubbing her sore pussy. She takes your hand to lead the three of you to the master bedroom. You are not surprised to see in a corner a stripper pole with two full length mirrors hanging on the walls. Somehow you didn't see it when you peaked in their bedroom in your quick tour of the apartment earlier.

"Um, so I guess we should fuck on the bed?" you ask the obvious, looking at the stripper pole and then to iron wrought king size bed. Despite the liquid confidence in your veins and the achievement of fucking Sara for what felt like hours, you are still intimidated by Jen's oozing sexuality and perfect Playboy model body.

Jen smiles slyly at you.