'Is this what you were doing Micheal'?He was looking down as my hand slowly stroked him, watching my hand glide along his thick shaft, and I moved in ...until I was up against him, cupping and squeezing his tight and smallish scrotum.I watched his face as he swallowed hard, his Adam's Apple bobbing in his throat, 'It's OK Micheal, you can let it out, I'm here, there's a good boy', my words echoing around the room, soothing, yet encouraging his release, his eyes were closing and his cock jumped a. . button for a moment or two – with too much force, incidentally – then each just pushed it in and started hunching.”“Baby,” he said as he kissed her forehead while fighting the jealousy that tried to flare up after hearing her describe being fucked by other men, “obviously, they were assholes. I’m sure they had enough to allow you to enjoy it. They just didn’t take the time to get you in the mood first. I worked with a guy once that was only about five feet five and certainly not built up a. When she got to my cock and balls, I noticed she washed a bit slower than the rest of my body. I also noticed that she had foregone the washcloth and was using her bare hands instead. I nearly came from the sensation, but managed to get my self under control in time. Fortunately, she decided I was clean enough and stood once again in front of me. Dripping wet with the shower spraying over us, we embraced again. The effect was incredible. I had to let her go after a quick kiss in order to keep. “My name is Heather, but you may call me “Mistress”’. He was confused by that, but didn’t say anything. Mistress introduced the other women and then started asking Brian personal questions. “What is your orientation?” “Straight,” a red faced Brian said. “Good, good.” Mistress said. “And how would you feel about taking off your trousers for us, Brian?” Brian was really red now and looked to his Aunt for direction. She nodded. Reluctantly, Brian stood and removed his pants, leaving him only in.