Ab aunty ne mere pura hathiyar apne muh me lene ki koshish ki lekin nai le paayi to meine unki wish puri karne ke liye unko sar ke bal apna sar latka ...kar sula diya aur meine khada ho ke unke muh me mere hathiyar dala jisse unko maza aaya to aur wo nishe sar ke bal sak gai- niche aa gai aur mere pura hathiyar muh me lene lagi….. aisa aunty ne 10-15 minute tak kiya jisse muje raha nahi gaya aur meine unke muh me hi pichkari chhod di aur unka muh pura apne maal se bhar diya………………….Fir wo bathroom. I dropped the robe l at the sifde of the bed and lay face down, modestly draping the towel over my bottom.He was a genuine masseur and rubbed and kneaded my muscles in a most delightful way. We chatted as he worked on me and my champagne and strawberries arrived. I told him to call the waiter in and to pour a glass of champagne for me. I signed his book (wrote the room number) and as I was raised on my elbows, asked him to hold the glass while I took a drink and then to feed me with a few. She apparently had 2 sets of fuzzy handcuffs already tied to the bed, one for each of my legs. The third set was put on both of my hands. They then removed the blindfold, and I was in for the game. Emma set in between my widely open legs, and Mila sat on my right. They undressed each other, and started kissing. They passionately kissed each other's necks, the took turns with some nipple play. On occasion they would grab my balls and play, seeing if I was ready for second run.The next stage came. But on the other hand, how could the more worldly Liz not sense how I had always become a puddle in her presence? We drove to my condo in silence. Elizabeth (or was it Liz?) had done her part, and soon, the time would come for me to do mine. I knew that I would have to stop being so damn enthralled by her, find a way to summon a little testosterone, and take control once we reached my building. Though we were silent, the air was thick with possibility and anticipation. Perhaps in preparation.