Not that I would mind taking you anyway, but this will be fun.’ This was hardly my first experience with a strapon. The first had been right around ...the turn of the century. The 17th Century that is. A wandering blonde bard from Greece had introduced me to the pleasures available from their use. Hers had been of carved ivory, and rather well worn as I recall. I wish I could have known her longer, but her girlfriend had a temper I thought best not to provoke. I like a woman in leather as much as. Roger was about 5’ 9”, 180 pounds, brown hair, and a short beard. Helen doesn’t have a massage table so he went into his bedroom, stripped and lied face down on the bed. We entered the room; Helen put on music and dimmed the lights.Helen and I got down to our underwear and she stood to his right beside the bed while I got on the bed to his left. I have some experience giving massage and have gotten thousands of them so I had a good idea about what to do. We applied oil and started on his. You look amazing sitting there with your prize on display, you cock all thick and hard just waiting to be devoured. I don’t think anyone can see us and I really don’t care, you are just gorgeous. I trail my fingernails up the inside of your thighs straying past your balls and around your cock. Teasing you, not only with my fingertips, but also with my tongue, as I glide it across my moisten lips. The head of your cock bobbing with excitement, as you watch me. Now who is teasing who? My hand. I also remember this will be the second birthday I missed and I feel sadness as I look at you laying in bed next to me ... then feel that familiar aching between my legs. Slowly, I run my hand under the sheets until I feel your soft warm shaft and you moan a little when I move your balls. Very quietly, trying not to disturb you too much, I push the sheet aside and lean over to start licking the head. I can smell you … your scent radiates from your body and it’s intoxicating to me. My pussy.