Those exotic, almond-shaped eyes were alive with a curiosity that she would probably never risk satisfying. From the way she sat hunched at her desk I...could see a well-defined roll around her pudgy middle that showed through her too-tight top, but for some reason that only made her sexier.I slid back in my chair and sat up a little straighter. Every old instinct in my body was screaming at me, but, after having fingered a woman’s vagina and felt her orgasm from it, the new me was feeling a bit. Then she called u naughty boy come lets have lunch. I suddenly closed my laptop and went. She told she saw what i was doing. I told her sorry. But she said what’s wrong in that. I was surprised by that answer. She told its common in teenage and told to share what i feel. I thought i got someone to express my sex feelings. But actually i started masturbating fantasizing her. In the dinner she asked what i felt about her talks. I hesitating told her good. She asked whether i masturbated. She went back into the bedroom she appears from earlier pushing a metal serving cart presumably borrowed from the hotel, on the cart was some sort of machine with all sorts of tubes and hoses coming from it. Not even having the slightest clue what I was looking at until she explained to her boyz that it was a milking machine and she proceeded to slather their cocks and stroke them hard because with their bound hands it would have been very difficult if not even impossible. So, one at a time she. ... Well, after a few days we received his reply, " Very much like to meet you both, am married, discreet and able to get away, experienced with couples. He also included a mouth watering pic of his thick erect cock, bent like a banana, estimated it at 7 inches, circumcised mushroom head with bulging blue vanes, I almost cum reading the reply while looking at his cock pic. Returning from the post box I placed the pic and reply in front of Monica, "think you can handle that"? She was quite taken.