Roughly two-thirds of the room was occupied bya mat, which fully touched three walls and wasupholstered in black vinyl or perhaps rubber.On the mat, t...wo beautiful young Japanese womensquared off in a squat position, as if tograpple. Lean, muscled bodies gleamed dullywith some subtle oil. Their black hair waspulled back tightly in buns and they wore onlythe traditional chotto matte of the Sumowrestler, one girl red and the other blue. Thewide belt and thin crosspiece between the legs,while. I spent like a week thinking about that while I was stroking myself.But I’m not turning into my Mom. I am not.The milk was on the bottom shelf of the fridge, so I bent over, knowing that Niko would be checking out my ass as I did. The thin, pink, checkered fabric would be stretching across my butt-cheeks, and I was sure that... -“Ow!”As I was fetching the milk, I might have wiggled my ass just a little. Nothing wrong with that, right? But apparently Niko had taken it as an invitation to reach. I knew by then that my roommate was fairly easy going and wouldn’t cause a big problem – even if he didn’t approve or want to get around to fucking me. If he did decide to take advantage of what I offered that would make it even better.In slowing things down I did more ‘loving’ of his cock and balls than sucking; he got about half an hour of all over treatment. At the same time I was getting fondled, felt up and finger fucked a little. Having my own orgasm wasn’t important; I wanted to use him. Erica and I exchange many confidences. Perhaps I should explain first of all. I have been having therapy from Ms Wilkie for some time. I was worried that my shyness was a problem to me, holding me back, stopping me from finding out what I really wanted, stopping me from pursuing it."George nodded, listening closely."Well, you will understand that some of her therapy is a little unorthodox. All I can say is that in asking me to experiment with some different roles, Erica has helped me to.