Steven began undressing as I bit my lip. Part of me knew that I should just come out now before my situation got any more precarious, reveal myself, e...plain what had happened, and continue with my day. But another part of me, the part of me between my thighs that currently had its arm wrapped around my brain, cajoling it into agreement, wondered just how often I would get a chance to watch my boyfriend get a massage, to enjoy this sort of intimate scenario as a secret witness. Could I really. "Oh yes! Yes!" Kevin said in helpless anticipation.When Kevin departed later, he carried with him the warm imprint and vivid memories of sex with Sindy. She knew exactly what he wanted. She didn't complain at all when he transferred his attention from her vagina to her ever-so-slightly tight anus. Any more than she did on the occasions he chose to ejaculate on her face. Whatever Kevin wanted, Sindy was happy to provide. And when they weren't making love, she was so adorably patient as he spoke. After a moment, I closed my mouth and tilted my head to the side like a puppy. "Well, you gotta help. You don't expect me to touch that thing without rubber gloves, do you?" I teased. I opened my mouth wide once again and waited.He dropped is pants to the floor and thumbed a softie into my mouth. "Kinda mushy today." I teased him through a cock-filled mouth. He laughed and gave me a playful soft whap on the head.He tasted faintly of soap, but mostly of cock. Mmmm, I love that. It wasn't long. Professionals will analyze what they think you want and try to get it for you, you guys won't." Bedsides," I said grinning, "You're partly responsible for all this. Think of it as cleaning up a mess you helped make."I was a little nervous explaining my idea[actually her idea] to her. I did it over lunch at one of her favorite restaurants, a little place I found by accident that specialized in Cuban dishes. She said it reminded her of when she was a child and her Mom would cook the dishes her.