They were fully clothed now, relaxed, sated, and ready to start their day. They were beautiful, one with blonde hair, one with dark hair, both with big tits, little waists, big lips. No inhibitions. Probably every guy’s wet dream, but like I have previously mentioned, I’m dead in that department. Not even an attractive woman could make my dick stir anymore. I saw to their needs during the night though; no way am I ruining my reputation by not putting on a standing ovation worthy performance. But it took that little damn fucking pill to get a big fucking boner. I glanced down at my half hard dick. It was actually sore. The drug was finally beginning to wear off, ten hours later. I didn’t think it was possible, but I had screwed myself into exhaustion, mentally and physically. I still couldn’t bring myself to waste an opportunity to at least try. The girls showed up on my doorstep, and I was apprehensive, though eager enough to see if my elusive hard-on was back. Viagra had come to my rescue in the end, making sure I was raging hard for ten hours minimum, so I used that time well. Leah strutted forward and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue delving deep and tasting pleasantly like toothpaste. As soon as she pulled away Cindy moved in, kissing with a little more fervor. You see, Cindy’s tits were slightly smaller than Leah’s, her hips a little wider, a major source of contention for the D cup porn star. It made her feel inadequate, and she always felt like she had to step up her performance a notch or two to compete. Truth was, as long as she was happy to flash her goods, moan for an hour or two, and scream out when the director told her to, she had herself a job. I slapped Cindy on the ass as she walked away, feeling a little pleased with myself to see the satisfied sparkle in her eye.