A bell rang as I entered, a very attractive mature lady came out form the back. “Well hello, may I help you?” she asked with a beautiful smile. �...��Yes, thank you, I like to have a suit made if that possible?” I answered. “But of course, please step this way” she says. “I was just about to close up, but please.” As she points ever so gracefully to the back, far right side of the store. I hadn’t noticed as I walked to the back she had continued to the front and had locked the door. I did however. This man, who supervises over 1000 employees by day, gave me a piteous look of appeal, but I didn’t relent. I slapped his cheeks as he came to me at the end of this short but humiliating activity.I allowed him to sit on the couch, and I stroked him as a reward for obedience. Again, he lubricated his tip with precum. Changing pleasures, I stopped stroking and began slapping his cock with my open hand - lightly. I spoke very impersonally about it. "It likes to be slapped, doesn't it? It twitches. I introduced myself and told her my charge of Rs. 150 for head massage. She looked at me from top to bottom. I was wearing kurta pyjama, oiled hair and specatcles. She must have thought of me a decent guy and a genuine massage man. She asked where ? I said, “any place where a chair is available”. She asked her place ? i agreed immediately. Next moment we were in her INNOVA and in 30 minutes to her bungalow. She belonged to a business family and her husband was an exporter of ready made. “Come on, boy...you can do it. Come on, boy.” We both realize that he doesn’t need any encouragement, that he knows exactly what he’s supposed to do, and he’s going to accomplish that. Humping, grunting, panting, repeating that, faster and faster. You grasp my ass and hold it still for him. He works it, panting and humping. Closer and closer. Your cock is erect again, and doing its nasty fuck, too. I am pinned between two hot, horny guys, and it’s heaven.“Hold me tight,” I whisper to you. .