I started massaging Lisa’s legs again, starting with her feet and moving up to her thighs, my hands gently rubbing and kneading her leg muscles. ... As my hands moved slowly and steadily up Lisa’s legs she kept murmuring “that’s nice.” Then as my hands reached her thighs and slowly worked under her skirt, Lisa slowly opened her legs and uttered a long “mmmmmmmmmmmmm.” My fingers soon found Lisa’s pussy and while I massaged her thigh with one hand, I slowly and deliberately rubbed and then. "Ooooohhhh. With your wife upstairs? Kinky!" I said as I started taking my clothes off. I quickly put on the stockings and garter belt, fastened on my heels, and got on my knees and began working Dave's cock with my hand. He was already hard as a rock. "You're a naughty naughty boy," I said, "with your wife upstairs. What do you want me to do with this hard thing?" I asked as I stroked the shaft of his penis. "I want you to suck it," he said as he sent a text out to a few of his buddies.. "Well Josh, I don't have to ask you what your interests are in this field, you obviously liked what you saw, are you sure you still want to decline a dip in the pool? You don't need a swimsuit you know and I think, well, I will have a dip also. I need to cool down especially after seeing what I am staring at now!" she said."Eh ... he ... yes Sheri, I think I will, that might be a good idea because I feel flustered, I need to cool down a bit, hope you don't mind me not having a swimsuit with. I became expert at holding back from my own climax until I saw that my client was going to shoot his wad and then I shot my own cum at the same time. It was all part of the philosophy that both parties involved, the fucker and the fuckee so to speak, should obtain complete satisfactions from the act. It is worth noting, that none of my clients were, in fact, gay, and pretty well all of them were happily married men, who just wanted an anal fuck from time to time, something their wives could not.