Their sex life was predictable. They typically fooled around after Saturday night parties or dates. He was a gentle lover, if not adventurous. Jennife... hadn’t had many men to compare, but his equipment was, in his words, average.“Jenn, do really think you’re going to marry David someday?”“Well, no … but …”“Yes, he’s nice, we know. And not bad looking. But Jenn, there’s a big world of virile, exciting men out there. You’ll see!”That night, Jennifer could hardly sleep. She fingered herself,. The oriental woman walked me over and told me to lie down, and with her threat of surgery still ringing in my ears I quickly did as I was told. “Apply the gel, I’ll warm up the machine. We do the front first and then the back” she told her maid, who began mixing something in a bowl. “This gel will coat your body, and the machine will kill all of your hairs off. If you cause problems I’ll go old school and get the maid to do it with a razor, but with her restricted vision and movement you may. ..I struggled to keep it all down while running out of air as he slowlyfilled me up with his piss. Finally, as I was about to pass out, I felthis grip on my head loosen and I was able to slide my slimy throathalfway off his slightly softened penis, which instantly became as hardas a rock as I slid it's bulbous head through my gagging throat.Burning in shame, I had no choice but continue my humiliating task ofmasturbating a total stranger with my throat in the shady motel room,as he watched TV. And soon I heard her sigh, rise from her chair… Her clothes made a soft flump sound as they landed on the floor as she stripped and tossed them. She was in there, sitting at her computer, completely naked. I couldn’t take it anymore. Wild with primal lust, I burst in through the door. I heard her screech in shock and terror as she jumped out of her chair. I lunged for her naked body and grabbed her waist, shoving her beneath me on the bed. She was thin, with a perfect hourglass figure. Some.