'I'll do whatever you want master "...thats all you could sayHis hands rest firmly on the back of your head, reassuring and controlling at the same ti...me. He murmurs “Good boy” and you are grateful for his words of praise. He thrusts his cock back into your mouth, making you gag as it nears the back of your throat., you need this rough treatment. His hands direct the pace of your head bobbing up and down on his cock, and control the depth of your sucking. You have literally given up your head. Bob removed his shirt and laid back, he smiled and put his hands behind his head, love me he said, I rested my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around him, another surreal moment in love, we were like two lovers from a novel until I slipped my hand into Bob's trousers and felt his soft warm cock and balls, ahh that feels nice he said, by this point I had my head on his belly and I undid his trousers, I got up and pulled them of from his ankles, Bob was not wearing any briefs and his nice. We’d seen them a few times, but I’d always had the feeling that Gerry was uncomfortable with her being friends with an ex-lover. Many of my friends had no problem with that situation, as witnessed by the men married to ex-lovers, whom I called close friends.We placed our orders, and when we received them, we took them to a table in a far corner of the restaurant.“I didn’t ask last night, but when was Marty diagnosed?”“About two weeks ago,” she said. “So far, he’s not showing any serious. Well, it’s nice to meet you Mrs. Abernathy. Please call me Kris. Ok, Kris. He reaches behind his head. Ouch. Did you bump your head when you fell? No, it’s my shoulder. Come back to my office, I think I have something that might make it feel better. I don’t want put you throw any trouble, it will be fine. It’s no trouble, just follow me. He follows her back to her office and they go in. Take off your jacket and sit in the chair. He takes off his jacket and sits down. She looks at him. Oh you.