Brian crawled down between my legs, spread me wide again and stuck his face in my "v". His tonge lapping away on my wetness. I held his head in place...for him to lick my clit harder. He nibbled and sucked my nubbe til I came once more. When he finished cleaning me up, he kissed his way back up to my lips. He tasted like our cum. The mixture of our saltiness. MMMM such a lovely taste.We layed on the bed together until his mom yelled up the steps for us to come down for dinner. We got up. "Tired sir" Jamal answered"Okay than" I heard. Jamal started sawing in and out of me again."AHHHHHHH! that was close" I said."Do you want to stop?" Jamal asked."No feels to good OHHHH!" Jamal started hammering into me. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Jamal that's it fuck me" I said kissing him."Dani your pussy is so tight" he said."Just keep..OHHHH..fucking me Jamal" I heard voices getting closer."Franklin" Jamal stopped fucking me."Sir" Jamal responded."Do you need to go to the infirmary?" I started flexing. "Here, try this on," she said, as if I had a choice. I wasn't really in the mood to dress up for her today, but I knew from experience not to ever question the clothes she picked out for me to wear. "You might as well leave your jeans on," she told me. "They'll be easier to clean than the chair after the puddle of precum you always make." I felt my cheeks change colour, almost matching the bikini top.When she said I could leave my jeans on, what she meant was that I could take them off while. This story might be a bit too long as I have expressed every bit of it crystal clear. Now…coming back to me…I am not just a technical engineer. I am also an expert in making tattoos and is a professional masseur. I had set up a small resort in the beach for body massage, tattooing and also some photography.Ehem. Its just for ladies.Well. Yeah…it is exclusively for ladies.I have two reasons for this: first, I am not a gay. A guy massaging another guy is, according to me, gayish…(well…it’s my.