I told my wife that I have called somebody for massage as I am feeling very tired if you want you can also do it. She said nothing but looked at me su...spiciously. I told her do not worry it is just normal massage. She said will see.At around 10.05 there was a knock on the door and I asked her to open the door. Vicki came in and said hello to her and me. He was around 5ft 9 a bit heavy but the strong body and wide shoulder man of 32 years. He was wearing a track pant and half sleeves t-shirt. I. ;)She unzipped my pant and pulled it down along with my underwear in one go and help the monster in her hand. She started walking to the bedroom while dragging me to the bed while holding my cock.Once near the bedroom, I pulled her close to me and we had a deep wet lip lock. Our tongues were meeting and fighting each other and in no time, we were exchanging saliva. Her body was getting hotter and hotter and I made her lay on the bed and came over her. With one hand, I was exploring her. He would come home from work, and play a little with the kids while Janet fixed dinner. After dinner, they would get on bicycles and pedal around the block. He wrestled with Will on the floor. He had little tea parties with Sarah. He was a real presence in his children’s lives.Dexter looked down at the empty glass in his hand. He reached for the bottle of scotch to refill the glass, and then wondered why he was bothering with the glass. He took a swig out of the bottle.“I fuckin’ had it all,”. There seemed to be silence for several minutes after her caning, followed by a low moaning sound, and what sounded to me like a pained yelp from Mary.I left my bedroom without making a sound, not wanting them to know that I had heard anything. I rushed to the living room, where I knew I couldn't be heard, and masturbated like I had never done before. The best orgasm I'd had up to that point ensued.I had real difficulty sleeping that night with those conflicting thoughts and images floating.