Her soft breasts were pressed hard against my chest, and her hands rested on my back as they held me close. My own hands ran through her long hair fir...t, eventually leaving it to take a squeeze or two from her firm ass. As I squeezed, her crotch raised to mine slightly. My lips left her own and kissed slowly down her chin and to her neck. There I lingered briefly, kissing and biting ever-so-softly. Of course, whiling doing this my hands were working to remove her jeans… It wasn’t long before. ”“Would you tell me if it’s more than three?”“No.”I had a ball-park figure, at least. Time to bring it all together.“So when you know I’m not masturbating, it makes you sad.”Nod.“And when you play with yourself, you think about my cock.”Nod.“So whenever you masturbate, you get sad because I’m not, and it give you unsatisfying orgasms.”Nod.“After you cum, you have to cum again.”Nod.“And after that, you need to cum again and again and again.”Nod. I had hoped that by leaving the number vague, it. Is this 'JaxJill'?" Yes, but for the record my name is Jack. My wife's is Jill. Your message was very exciting and mysterious. What did you have in mind?" My Master has commanded me to find a couple that has the yearning for a walk on the wild side. Are you that couple? If you are committed I would be honored to set up the introductions." This is Jill. What do you mean committed?" Good evening Jill. I love the sound of your voice. Is this making you wet?"I blushed at her forwardness. It was. Everything is spotless. She’s worth every cent I pay her,” he laughed. That made sense for a busy man to have help. 'Hell, I should do that too.' His place was decorated by a professional you could tell, but it was all man. When he came back to the living room he had a cold six pack of Bud. He said, “Hell, Greg, take a seat and get comfortable it’s early yet.” He sat and kicked off his worn boots and socks. He cracked open a beer and tossed me one. I relaxed back into the comfortable easy chair.