Yes

Lauren grabs her purse and stands up. "Our apartment is right down the road," she says while running her fingernails down John’s zipper.

When you all get back to the apartment, you go into the kitchen and open up a bottle of wine. John sits down on the couch and Lauren sits next to him, almost on top of him. You bring them each a glass of wine and sit in the armchair across from them.

Lauren was a constant tease, and it was obvious John was both aroused, but appropriately cautious. Finally, Lauren decide it was time to really get things moving. At this point, she was practically sitting in his lap, and he kept looking at you as if asking for permission. You leaned over and stared him in the eye for a moment. "John, do you want to fuck Lauren?"

He cleared his throat and looked away. Lauren grabbed a hold of my chin and **** my face back into your gaze. She leaned into John and nibbled his ear. "I want to fuck you, John, but you have to ask Mark for permission first."

He pauses for a moment. Lauren knew exactly what she wanted and you watch as her hand snakes down into his lap and begins stroking his cock through my pants. "Please, John. I need you to fuck me, really hard, but you have to get his permission first."

He looked down at Lauren in his lap and closes his eyes for a moment as Lauren was now tugging at his stiff cock through the fabric of his trousers. After a moment, he regained his composure and looked at her with a frantic smile and then at you, "Mark… can I please fuck Lauren?