Our eyes locked. He asked, “Would you like to come to my room?” The words “Yes, very much so” slipped out before I realized what I just said. ...He slipped out, dried off, told me his room number, and left. I followed a minute or so later. When I arrived at his room, the door was slightly ajar, and he was lying back on a small bed stroking his cock. The room was quite small, with only the bed, an aisle, and some clothes hooks. I entered and sat down next to him on the bed. He pulled me down next. “You have it- twenty minutes now to be exact,” she said.“I CAN’T, really!” he protested.Emma reached under him and started fondling his balls.“Sure you can. I know you’ll need some assistance what with you being a bit tied up at the moment.” Emma chuckled at the pun. Mike didn’t. “And I’m a reasonable person. I’m more than happy to help you achieve your goal.”While still playing with his balls, she used her other hand to rotate the plug in his ass.“Oooohhhh...” Mike moaned. The feeling was. The warmth of her mouth and the power of her sucking made my head spin. I barely lasted a minute or two before I told her I was going to cum. She took her hungry mouth off my young cock and jacked me off telling me she wanted me to cum on her tits and mouth. Hot ropes of cum jetted out of my cock first into her mouth then down on her tits as she pointed my cock in whatever direction she wanted my seed.She got out of bed and lay on the carpet on her back, instructing me to lick cum off her. “Having loads of different people coming in, with all sorts of attitudes, must be interesting in one way, and surely leaving you with more than a few anecdotes to tell. My work is probably the happier of the two though.”“Yes, working for the council certainly leaves you with a few stories to tell, so I suppose you have a point there,” she conceded. “Pity you aren’t a painter.” She said mysteriously changing the subject.“Okay, I’ll bite. Why a painter?”“I’ve never been asked up to see a man’s.