Once he had stopped cumming John was a bit unsure of what to do but he eventually withdrew and removed his spunk filled rubber."So Mister Williams, yo...u have fucked your first man, enjoy it?" asked the still fully erect Richard."Fuck yes," he replied and then becoming aware of Richard's hardon asked, "What are we going to do about that?" Up to you John but it seems to me that there are four ways that we can sort it," replied Richard."Fuck me in the arse," John blurted and that was a moment like. I said that wrong, you're not small, it's just... I said that wrong." She was clearly embarrassed, so she went back to sucking.I tried to ignore her comment, but I couldn't help it, even if she was giving me amazing head."Am I the smallest you've sucked?" I asked. My heart was racing.She tried to ignore my question, but I gently placed my hand on her hand that was resting on my thigh. Her other hand was caressing my balls. "Please, I want to know. Am I the smallest?"She stopped sucking for a. I will keep my clothes on. Is that all, master?”“Yes.” Bob replied, as she went to her bedroom. He followed her just to make sure that his orders were being followed. She did as she was told. He went to his room to get his bag of goodies. He took his sweet time about it; he wanted her to stew for a few minutes.When Bob entered her room, he turned to the door and locked it. Putting the bag down on the bed, he began to inspect her. She was wearing a set of pajamas because it was still early in. I caught a couple of them smiling at me , as if to say, 'you want my cock don't you??' One I think I even smiled back at. Two days later we were flying back home but not till late. Sylvia went shopping again and I went for a pint. I went back to THAT bar. It was earlier than the last time I'd been in so I wasn't expecting or hoping my 'friend' would be in. After an hour I found myself following a guy into the toilet...standing next to him and making a bit of a show of getting my cock out..