So the following Saturday the doorbell rang, and I let Anna into my home. Anna had told me she’d tell the men I was her boyfriend and was into watch...ng, which is not too far from the truth, and she’d only bring back guys who’d be okay with that. She came in with d****d around an older guy (I’m guessing late 30’s) she’d met at the bar who’d bought her some drinks and chatted her up. Jeff introduced himself and seemed pleasant enough, and before long we were all heading to the bedroom. Anna was. The lift is quite slow, and it seems as if time is standing still. You speed up the pace of your motions over the hard member in your mouth, and tighten your lips. You get a reassuring moan from the guy, as you can feel his hands at the back of your head, slightly pulling you towards him with each stroke.You see the numbers of the floors going down 10….. 9 …. You wonder if you can make him cum right as you reach zero …. 8 ….. your mouth fills with saliva, waiting for the anticipated explosion. He scratched it feeling the dampness in his pants, “Is there a washroom nearby?”“Just around the corner,” she pointed.Brad stood and stretched, looking at his watch, “Wow, fifteen minutes flew like forever.” In the washroom, Brad looked in the mirror. “You look like shit, man,” he said looking at his reflection, his eyes were reddened and puffy from crying.Brad unzipped his fly to pee and realized he was soaked in his crotch. He unfastened his pants and noticed his white underwear stained dark. "Do you mean me coming over there?" I asked."Yes, are you interested, because Matt and I love having an audience," Tina replied.How could I pass this up, I was down, but still could not speak."I'll take that as a yes, come on over, we're in apartment 8C, Stan our doorman will let you up," Tina said.She hung up the phone, and I rushed to put something on. I ran down the stairs and went across the street. I went in and Stan let me up there. I was just in a pair of shorts, panties and a shirt with.