"Yeah," I said with a bit of a smile. "Butit doesn't do much for my social life."Jake shrugged and once again looked at the knife I was still in thepr...cess of shaping. "At what point did you have a social life?"I couldn't help but wince not only at the words but at the truth thatlaid within them. The fact of the matter was, I didn't like people. Ohsure, there were notable exceptions. I loved my parents unequivocallyand I was really good friends with Jake, and maybe I was friendly witha couple. "Nikki is sitting in her black leather swivel chair. I hear the door close behind me as I take in the sight before me. Nikki looks hotter than usual, wearing a pair of open toe stilettos with a single strap wrapping around the heel. Her black skirt has a slit which goes up high on the left side. Nikki's white shirt is unbuttoned enough to see a hint of cleavage.Nikki's foot is propped up on an open file cabinet drawer. Her knee is up high enough to expose her seemingly endless legs. Nikki's. I neednt have had any fear there as these youthful cocks seemed to be in no hurry to soften on me. They tasted lovely! Both with a sweet tanginess that can only come from youth. How old are you two anyway? I asked between licking and stroking them. Eighteen muttered Tony. Yeah, eighteen we are agreed Jed. I stopped my sucking and looked up at them both Do I look stupid? I challenged neither of you two are even close to eighteen so if you want me to keep going with this you had better tell the. You have pulled me close enough that I can feel my harness rubbing against you, your hips rocking up and down. I whisper to you ‘raise your arms up, there is more to massage, and I cannot resist you.’ With your arms up I can see your heart beating, your breast moving with it. Your stomach is stretched taught and rippling as your hips continue their slow, sensuous dance against my hardness. I reach for the oil and warm it with my hands. My hands trace lightly across your forehead, your eyes,.