I stayed a little later, but finally had to ride the elevator down. The elevator was reasonably crowded with other men who had stayed late, but nothin... happened on the way down.The next morning I changed my time for coming in. I checked the elevator pretty carefully and could tell there weren't any fags in the group. I gave a sigh of relief inwardly as the elevator started to move, and then froze. Oh, shit! I swore under my breath. The hand was back again, caressing, playing with my butt. "Besides, I doubt Yann and Sean actually broke up."Ivan looked surprised. "Oh yeah, they did. Big time. After he got here, Sean spent half an hour trying to get me to tell him who Yann was seeing now." Really?" Why would Yann have jumped off a stud like Sean to spend his time with an old guy like me?I didn't have time to contemplate the question. The kitchen door burst open and a still pantsless Yann pulled Sean in."Tell him." Yann demanded.Sean glared at him, then turned to me. "Two days ago,. “Spaghetti and meatballs, what else! It will get us nice and fucking full!” Melanie announced, getting things together in a hurry, “trust us Italian girls to know our pastas!”“With some fucking garlic bread and salad, too!” Janine added with delight.“Yeah, well, I thought that we just tossed some salad ... oh, wait, that was your anus! Tasted pretty sweet, in any case!” Becca teased Janine before sticking her tongue halfway down my slave’s throat, “there, taste your own tossed salad, honey. I knew she wasn't married any more but perhaps there was a lucky guy out there who got to enjoy her regularly. I pointed upstairs and told her she could go in one of the bedrooms and shut the door if it helped. I watched as she made her way upstairs, her pert arse looking wonderful with each step she took. I allowed my eyes to wander up to her tits which bounced gently with each step. She made no attempt to cover herself, clearly comfortable displaying her body to the boys that wanted to fuck.