Jerry followed me inside when we got to my house and we spent the rest of the evening together. Not having sex, just talking. He wanted to know how it... felt to be treated that way by so many men. I tried to tell him, to make him understand that I hated it. And that is why it made me so hot to do it. I don't think he really understood. But then, I don't really understand either.When it got late, Jerry asked if he could spend the night. I like Jerry and I hated being alone in the house all the. He answered the door in just a robe, I walked in and asked wear I could finish getting ready for him. I went to the bathroom and undressed. I then put on a wig and some lipstick and my heels. When I walked out he was sitting on the sofa with his robe open slightly and his cock was just showing. I sit down next to him and had some small talk. He started rubbing my thigh and I started to rub his. Every time I would rub thigh his robe would open more and more exposing his cock more and more. He. A few hours later, I was awoken by some noise in my room. I didn't feel Sierra in the bed with me so I figured it was her going to the bathroom or something. When I lifted my head she had her back to me and she was poking around my dresser and closet. I asked her what she was doing and that startled her. She giggled and said that she was looking for any other toys I may have. That made me chuckle and I pointed her to the black box in the back of the closet. She was about to find out how. Are you up to it?”Jess’ eyes opened wider but she didn’t answer so Heather prompted her “Either I handle your husband’s junk and shave him or you do, which will it be?”Jess responded quietly, “I’ll do it.”“Before you begin, you need to stroke him until he cums,” Heather explained.“But ... he’s wearing the cock ring. How can he come?” Jess asked like an inquisitive seven-year-old asking why the sky is blue.“He can’t. It’ll leave him with blue balls, but it’ll ease the sensitivity long enough for.