It felt like the scruff on a man’s face. His legs were also very muscular, since Zak runs track and cross-country when he isn’t swimming. I moved ...y hands up and down his legs as I continued to blow him, then I moved down to his feet. I massaged his ankles and the tops of his feet for a while. They were so smooth and sexy and it really turned me on. “I see you like my feet,” Zak said. I nodded, with his cock still in my mouth. “Well, I wear a size”….“ten and a half,” I cut him off. I looked at. " So what did you do when you were gone?" I'm not going into that. A lot of what I did I'm not proud of, but to boil it down I looked for dangerous jobs, jobs that would let me work the bad shit out of my system. It took a while, but one day I woke up and said, "I could get killed doing this shit" and I knew then it was time to try and come home. Luckily for me your mother is one hell of an understanding woman."I see a lot of what I felt when I came home in you. The shooting in your war ended. She walked over asking, “Can I suck your cock? I’ve really wanted to for a long time.” My response was to immediately pull them down and let her get to work. I watched her kneel down in front of me and then engulf me with her mouth, working her tongue along the bottom of me and sucking hard on me. This was pretty stimulating considering that my wife was watching this intently, her eyes wide and breathing quickening while at the same time not two feet away I was watching Tisha really fuck. I will admit that your outfit made it hard to think of you as a genie when you appeared. I thought maybe you had gotten lost on the way home from work." The point we hammered home to our bosses was that we are professionals, and we deserve to dress and look like any other professional woman - or man - when we appear before our clients." Clients?" Yes, we completely changed the nomenclature to suit our more professional orientation. No more "master" or "mistress." You are my client, and I have a.