“Depends on which ones and if Dad will share,” Phil replied. His attempt at levity got the same response as his father’s.“Yes, Dear,” he sai....“Yes, Dear,” David echoed.“Better,” Beth said. The group ordered an appetizer and their drinks before Beth excused herself and walked to the maitre d’. Phil was facing the room and saw a 40ish man and his decade-younger wife standing there looking extremely embarrassed. Beth returned a moment later with the pair in tow.“David, you remember Joe Pepper and. “If you wouldn’t mind, that would be great!” Tom answers as he d****s it around himself.“Look Millie, I thing it must like one of us!” Says Millie, noticing that Tom’s cock has started to swell and lengthen.“Sorry girls!” Says Tom, embarrassed by his reaction.“Don’t apologise. It is a complement. Which of us would you fuck first if you had the chance?” Asks Millie as she rearranges the toga.“I am not going to answer that!” Tom replies.Unfortunately for Tom the front of the toga has got caught. I agreed and we went there to talk.At the restaurant I explained that I had had prostate cancer over ten years ago and could no longer ejaculate, but still had orgasms, and that getting erections was no longer a sure thing. As it took more stimulation to get to orgasm now, I became interested in CBT as a sexual outlet. For me, however, the T stood for torment rather than torture, as I had no desire to be actually injured during any activity, or to be exposed to any illness such as E-coli. I was. My back was to her. She took some oil in her hand and started massaging my head gently. After a while, she took a little more oil and started putting more pressure. I feel quite relaxed.Me: Tara.Tara: Hmm.Me: You really have magic in your hands. When your madam praised your skills I thought she was exaggerating, but now I realize how right she is!Tara: It is God’s gift to me.Me: I am really feeling so good. I wish you could massage my back, too.Tara: Hmm.Me: Please Tara. Actually, my whole body.