It was an eight incher and totally hairless. There was a long foreskin as she had mentioned and it was very light in color. The head was fat and was l...ke a knob.Reading all these mails told me that over the last year she was having regular sex with him. Many mails had descriptions of what I did to Neha and what they were doing together in comparison. And the comparisons were not very complimentary about me.They always referred to me as “my bastard” or “your bastard”. Neha called my cock a nunnu. She felt my vagina too, and gave a littlemirthless laugh.“Not aroused, are you?” she said. I didn’t answer; I could tell she didn’treally want me to say anything. While I stood there, the office dooropened and Martha came in. The woman in front of me didn’t stop touchingme, but started stroking me gently. She was also dressed very well, in askirt-suit. She was blond and looked to be in her late twenties.Something made me think MBA.They had Martha leaning over,. She had been hyping her followers up for today's show for the last few weeks. As she signed into the chat program she could see that there were several dozen of her followers logged in already. She positioned the camera so that her torso and legs were visible and started streaming. She pulled the top of her dress down to expose her pert young breasts and revealed the fact that she was not wearing a bra. She was well enough endowed to gain most men's interest but not so well endowed that her. Wink. Eliza was snuggled to my side, tracing gentle patterns in my chest hair languidly with one fingertip. Of course, she knew exactly when I was awake... "Yes, I can see your dreams, but I prefer not to. Dreams are like hallucinations, they don't make much sense. I prefer just to gather the emotional content of the sleeping thoughts. Would you like me to wake you up if you start to have a nightmare?" I pondered the question a moment, and told her "No. I would rather my brain do what it wants..