I also didn't mind the tradition that the visiting minister was always taken to lunch at the best restaurant in the area. It wasn't much in the way of... pay, but it did introduce us to some great places to eat.It's odd, I'd gotten a promotion to area technical sales manager, with great pay, so I traveled some and ate out all the time, but even though I loved Cindy's cooking, I also loved to eat out with her. I think part of it was that she was just so interesting. As I've said, I'm a pretty smart. I was enjoying her sensitive and ecstatic handjob. It was 20 minutes. She stopped as she has become tired and still haven’t seen my precum yet. I was like, “Got tired huh, bitch? You are giving handjob to the master of erection maintainer.”Suddenly I felt a hot environment around my dick. And yes as I expected she took my 7 inch dick in her mouth and started giving a blowjob. She was totally a pro in it. As the minutes passed she tightened the grip on my dick increasing the pressure that gave. He said he'd been watching me since I jerked off earlier and he, although not gay, found it a turn on spying on me. He must have been near 70 years old and his semi stiff cock was still in his hand. I asked if he'd like me to give him a hand job and he eagerly accepted. I took hold of his cock, it was a nice size, and started stroking him. He was not getting any harder so I decided to give him a treat (and to see if I could get him fully hard). I went on my knees and took his cock in my mouth.. "I wondered about that price tag I found on the closet floor awhile back. Now I know. Fine, you want to wear it, it's yourstoo. You can sleep in it tonight! It's going to cost you apretty penny to replace those things on the bed. Anything else?"she asked, as she walked back into the closet."No Mam," I meekly replied, and to which she raised an eyebrow."Get your things and bring them to your room, you need to hangthem up," she ordered."Yes Mam," I said, getting everything together and piling.