They are all married to well respected, high profile wives and can’t afford to have any negative publicity or rumors spread about them.’ ‘I don...’t get it Mom. Couldn’t you have just left?’ ‘No son, it wasn’t that simple. I had no money, my family was and still are in pretty much the same shape and I couldn’t burden them with my problems.’ ‘I still don’t understand. What could they have done to you if you left. How could they force you to stay? ‘Hold on a minute Scott. Hold your questions and. Another couple got out. He saw Alan and Marissa standing there."Care for a ride?" he asked in a fairly good faux-Italian accent.Alan helped her in the boat. They sat down in the plush seats. Marissa sat close to her lover.The gondolier was funny and engaging. He sang in Italian.All the while, Marissa felt Alan's hands on her bare shoulders and arms. His touch gave her chills.When she looked at him, all she could think was, How can I do this? To him. To me.And then another part of her thought,. The soft touch of her hands was making me crazy for massaging she was moving her whole body forward and backward and this was causing her big boobs to swing she was looking very sexy and the thought of her boobs swaying over me was making my cock erect.I tried to control by diverting my mind but I failed. She finished the massage of my chest and stomach and moved towards my legs. I asked Sumati to leave it now but she said 5 min sir. She applied oil on my ankle and calf and started massaging. " As she continued to hump my ass deep, Claire leaned over me and put her tongue in my ear. The feeling of her big dick deep in my ass and her tongue slipping around my ear was sheer ecstasy. I grabbed onto my own cock and slowly stroked it. As my hand worked up and down my shaft, I closed my eyes and reflected on the fact that there was finally a big tranny dick up my ass. I was hard very quickly.Claire stopped licking my ear and gripped my hips hard again. She gave one hard, deep thrust,.