Carmen would watch him leave the court after his game wiping the sweat from his brow with a small white towel. She imagined him undressing and showeri...g in the locker room – the thought of the steam and hot water gliding across his fit body excited her. She would try to stop herself from having these thoughts about Charles, but then she would think about him holding her in his muscular, toned arms, and she would imagine her face pressed against his chest, or he would imagine him, because he was. I enjoyed chatting with the mix of guests that included young adults, middle-aged couples, and older folks too. After returning to the back terrace, I chowed down on grilled chicken, corn, pork kebobs, a spinach-bacon-cheese casserole, and a variety of rich desserts. I spotted Ricky standing near the terrace talking to a mixed group of guests. He was a dream even if he had been of a humble economic class instead of living in this estate. As I watched Ricky make the social rounds I noticed that. I am then told that I can get up, and sit in the allocated chair, for my short interview. I do as I am told, sitting back and straight in the chair before the table. My cock is looking up at me, tears of joy in its eye. Before me, on the other side of the table, are three women, each dressed in leotards, as though ready for the gym, looking quite athletic and presentable.The interview aims to seek out my limitations, rather than my special fancies. One seems to explore bondage and related. She worked her way back and forth along the shaft, slurping, licking, and sucking.“Oh my god, that's great!”“I enjoy sucking your dad's cock,” his mom said, “and he doesn't object. It's an art, but easy for anyone to learn. You know what they say, 'Practice makes perfect.' We'll see you get a lot of that practice, so pay attention. There might be a test on this sometime.”She took his cock back into her mouth to its hairy base. He was in awe; it felt incredible. By this point, any reservation.