This time, I literallyswallowed him, and kept swallowing him, until I felt him rooted all theway inside my body. Swallowed him. It was like taking a...big mouthful ofliquid, and then just opening up and letting everything down your throatin an instant. A split second. A heartbeat.That's how I took him. And this time, it really was me taking him.Maybe he thought he was the one doing the fucking, the man, slaking hislust in me, but in my view, I was the one using him.My little cock was crushed. They embraced and he said, "You look terrific. How are you?" You look fit and tan. And as handsome as ever," she said.He took her hand and she smiled."You are still the only man I ever let into my heart or my pants," she said.He pulled her hand to his chest. "Can you feel my heart racing?"She said, "We can go to Bookbinders? It's on my expense account." I would as soon have a Philly cheese steak sub and talk," he said."Me too," she said.They sat and talked for an hour. Then she walked with him. Does that work for you?”When they arrive my man Roger and I are both looking forward to performing for them and the sexual pleasure it will provide us, hopefully for our guests as well. Watching another attractive couple fucking has to be high on the list of erotic experiences. It certainly is for me.Roger is wearing just a business shirt with all the buttons undone so his flaccid, though impressive, freshly shaved cock is on display for them, as they both ogle it.“Come inside and meet Sarah,. It was more comfortable than a motel would have been, but of course it still wasn't home. I had brought my very small laptop computer, so I marked the day off the calendar as if I were a prisoner in some dungeon. I even hummed 'Nobody knows the trouble I seen' as I brushed my teeth.After I showered and dressed, I slipped down the back stairs and out of my best friend's house, I had no idea whether Jen would have cooked for her husband or not, but I knew she would't be cooking for me.I managed.