’ He murmured into Pieter’s ear, giving the lobe a sensual lick. ‘You may be right.’ Pieter growled back, turning Jacob in his arms and giving... him a deep kiss. Jacob melted against him, his hands moving through Pieter’s silver hair. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you, too, old man.’ ‘Geez, will you guys get a room?’ Thorne laughed as he watched the byplay with a smile. ‘Pieter, the table looks fantastic. You’ve outdone yourself this time.’ ‘Hey, I helped!’ Jacob said, stamping his foot like a petulant. You are feeling okay?”Anita wrapped her arms around the older man and hugged him. Malcolm hugged her back. “I’m just fine.” She stepped back and eyed Malcolm appreciatively, feeling a surge of horniness sweep over her body. Sidling up to him again, she began pressing her abundant breasts into his chest, while cupping his cock and balls through his pants. “Actually, Malcolm, I have never been so well fucked in my life! Just thinking about it now makes me just so damn horny, I could. Then he remembered Rule One: women tell each other everything. It was genetic. He should not be angry with them.Just ignoring the attention was not going to be enough, though. One day, three different girls that Cal had never met stopped him in the halls and asked him to take their pictures. He should have expected that, but it caught him by surprise. Partly from irritation that things had gotten out of hand, he told the girls that they had to take it up with Tessa.Tessa and Rebecca once again. The clients and I got to know each other on many different levels and I admired them all. Most became dear friends who discussed literally everything in their lives with me. In fact, they probably confided in me more than in their psychiatrist, priest or doctor. I just hope I was never the cause of their psychiatric treatment! 
The clients were wonderful and I tired to make the experience all about them.During all those years, my cock never left my pants and I never kissed a client or initiated.