.. I leaned forward with the help of Karen pushing me gently on the back of my head until my lips touched his cock and then I pulled away."You call th...t a kiss, faggot?", Mr. Barkly yelled. "You gotta open your mouth and put the head in and close your lips around it before you can go, sissyboy!"My head was pushed forward again and Karen was still whispering in my ear."You better do it right this time honey... Do as he says and it will all be over... Just open up your mouth... Close your eyes. Nadia looked to me then looked at her husband in an inquiring way, he gave her smiling approving nod, and she took my hand pulling me towards her, held my face with her palms, and started to kiss me softly first, i started to kiss back, and the kissing turned more and more passionate.We started to strip each other and she pushed me down and climbed on me, she started to kiss me from head to toe, then climbed back, pulled my pants and my hard cock appeared.she looked at it and i think she knew. I tried to help her. You know, ‘be there for her’.” He spoke both phrases like he’d borrowed them.“Bullshit. Erica told me all about it. I know the whole pathetic story.” She took clear delight in her knowledge. If her opening salvo had been bold, by now she was achieving devil-may-care recklessness. “You whisked her out on the town to a load of hot venues. You took her to Gordon bloody Ramsey’s restaurant, no doubt to impress her with how easily you could get a table. It’s probably the closest. It all started in my childhood, my father was a magician and he had this beautiful assistant, Tiffany her name was, dressed in the typical magic get up, leotard, shash, and black pantyhose. God, her legs looked stunning in them. Whenever I watched my dad's show, no matter what feats of magic he performed, my eyes were always on Tiffany's nylon covered legs. I didn't know why, but for some reason I thought they were the most beautiful things I ever seen. I've seen her a couple of times bare.