I reached out again, this time using the flat of my hand, mimicking the same motion, creating a good bit more stimulation, and hoping to wake him up. ...As my hand reached the tip, I wrapped my fingers around him and squeezed lightly. He groaned.He was awake.Again, I let go and admired him. His flat stomach, light trail of hair disappearing into the elastic. Broad chest, muscular arms. His legs were flexed, hips thrust out, hoping for some more action. I was content to take my time.“Good. Aidee told him she was Laetitia, the Boss’ wife. She dropped by quite often, and Dez would see her ogling the black men working on the machines, and cutting planks, hammering nails in. He could see from her flirtatious smiles that the short, curvy, Italian mama seemed to like sweaty, hard, black muscles. He always smiled at her and was very polite. She was impressed that he could speak Italian fluently and seemed to find him very agreeable. She definitely was a flirt. He caught her gazing at. Q's fine backside disappear up the stairs, "I, for one, can think of a much more pleasant receptacle for my spendings than a soft towel."The other two laughed softly at the obvious reference to Beatrice's soft moist openings as Philip poured each a glass of wine.At the appointed time, each of the gentlemen took his seat and peered into the punishment room. The pupils and staff were already in their seats except for Mrs. Quimslick herself who stood facing the audience."Ladies, we have three of. Finally locating it she pulled it out promptly dropping it from her shaking fingers. Biting her lips she peeked back at him before bending straight legged to recover the card. Her skirt rode up the back of her legs, the split in the back opening nearly to her bottom, giving him the enticing view of the tops of her stockings. She straightened, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. He laughed softly, a deep sexy sound, enjoying the show as he came up behind her and took the card from her hand..