Number Three:I love it when I can hear in the tone of their voice, and the way their breathing becomes more labored, that they have truly 'given' them...selves over to me! Then, after words, as their cocks begin to slowly sag, and they get ready to leave, they take a moment to thank me---that's another wonderful thing I often remember: their GRATEFULNESS. Yes. Their gratefulness for me lavishing so much time and attention onto them like that, always makes me smile.Number Four:Younger men! Oh, god. He lost weight, his body fat dropping precipitously, and he worked even harder, burning muscle away. That angered him and just made him work even more, a vicious cycle that had his parents frantic.When Stacy appeared at the front door one Saturday morning, James's mother answered, pale and drawn, worried and preoccupied, she just stared at the unfamiliar woman on the step. "Yes?" Where is he? Is he here? I want to see him now." Stacy snarled."What? Who are you? Who do you want to see? Ada. Soon after we left and went to the hotel, Lex groping her as we walked in the street and stopping under a lamp to French kiss her again and this time lift her skirt up to show passing traffic her arse.Once in the hotel I sat down at the chair to watch, Nat took off her top, and skirt and was told to lay on the bed, open her legs and play with a huge dildo Lex had with him; as she did so Wes set up a camera to record the whole night, it was a professional recording camera. Then the guys took. "Carrie kept up the rhythmic fucking. Chris did what she told him and relaxed. He grabbed a pillow and bent down even further, resting his torso on the pillow."You're so lucky, Chris. Of all the sick, twisted fucking things we do, this is my favorite." Krista had now moved to leaning her back on the couch while she filmed with one hand, and fingered her self with the other."Oh ff-f-ffuck...I can see why." Chris stuttered as his mom picked up the pace. His ass hole was starting to spasm and try.