The camera began clicking as she took pictures of my wet cock geaming with happiness as she moved around it getting it from different angles. "Oh, the...e look great, your dick is all wet and shiny. So hot," she said as I stood there in heaven. "You think it's too small? Is it big enough?" I asked, hoping to hear that it was. "Oh, it's nice. Nice and long and big enough around. Yeah, it's fine." She had run the camera back over some of the shots that I had made of her and, looking at them said,. It was exactly like my cock, only slightly dark in color. Even though I love sucking big and/or fat cocks, I couldn’t have asked for a better cock. He clearly was enjoying me so far cause his little soldier was oozing out little too much of pre-cum. I wasn’t going to let all that sweet juice go to waste, so I started from the bottom. I started licking his balls and bottom of his hot rod, where all the pre-cum was getting deposited. He had a nice clean shaven crotch and I love the men who like. ’ ‘Get out, Mike. If you ever come back here, I will kill you. No matter the consequence, no matter what, I will.’ My voice raised at the end, I leaned forward in my chair. Mike knew me well, he understood. He knew I meant it, I always did exactly what I said I would do. He just walked out through the door, out of my life. I waited for about a half hour for Gerry to come out, she didn’t. So I got up and walked into the bedroom. She was sitting there, sobbing quietly, the covers pulled up. Both he and Martina were around forty and wore just the right amount of bling. John’s slacks and cheesecloth shirt suited him perfectly, but it was Martina’s outfit that was the big surprise for me. I’d met her numerous times at work and although she couldn’t really hide the fact that her breasts were huge, she was always dressed in a smart white blouse and a classic tailored business suit. Today though she wore a figure hugging black dress that finished just below her crotch, and was cut so.