?Ok Miss Cummings, you may precede," said Mr. Cappa, tapping him lightly.?Proceed, sir?" whispered Alan. ?Sir, I mentioned I didn?t have myprojections... and also there isn?t even a chair for me here sir?"?Oh sorry, you won?t be needing any of that," whispered Mr. Cappa, beforespeaking up. ?Gentlemen, please settle down and give Miss Cummings yourbreakfast order so we may get this meeting underway. Go ahead MissCummings, I?m sure you know how this is handled, and please do itquickly."Alan never. " "But, you are bored, right?" "Yeah, kinda, same old wham, bam, thank you m'am stuff. Little foreplay, rarely eats me, always wants me to suck his cock, yuck!". "Hey, don't knock cocksucking, I happen to love it and love the taste of cum." "You are shitting me, right?" "Not at all, there's no greater control a woman has over a man than to control his orgasm and drink his load. They will do. It was Andrew, one of my bi-friends. He immediatly saw what I was doing and looked around as if someone were watching, then to my surprise, he climbed into the shower with me. Taking off his towel, I noticed his member, growing erect, was about 5 and a half inches long. He came over to me and grabbed my hand, using the soap which was in it to lather his body. My dick grew steadily harder as I felt his sexy body slide under my hand. Then he took my hand down to his cock and started to soap. I leaned on her legs, smiling, amused, and her embarrassment grew. The liquid splashed sporadically around the sink in all directions, coming in spurts.?? When she couldn’t squeeze out any more, I ran some water into the sink behind her, rinsed it off, and used my hands to wash her off once more.? I carefully cleaned her in front, beneath and behind like a baby, with a little soap and running water. She was flushed and keening with embarrassment.? Her hands were still on her legs, unable to.