I noticed that your smooth flowing rhythm broke, and I could hit you easily.”“… How you judge this… rhythm…?”“Music. I listen to music e...ery time I work, so much that I could judge rhythm very easily. Well, I wouldn’t say ‘judge’. More like ‘feel’. Everyone has a rhythm in which they move. It’s easy to spot the difference in rhythm if I can feel a change.” He paused, wondering if his next few words would get him turned into marshmallow or not. “To answer your question, I would say you need to. ”“I will be soon, baby, can’t wait.”“I want lots of sexual tension as Janet arrives for our mutual pleasure, any suggestions,” Alana asked earlier on the Saturday while we shaved each other’s pubic areas.“Perhaps you could lay face down on our massage table, completely naked with a big smile, resting on your elbows with your legs apart when she arrives? She could kiss you passionately while I lick and kiss your glorious ass cheeks.”“I like that idea, it appeals to my exhibitionist streak. But. With a smokey kiss I journey down your body kissing as I go. At your neck I use my pointed tongue to stroke the nerves there drawing a mild groan of relaxed contentment from you. I also take a moment to ensure I stain your collar with my lipstick. (Someone has forgotten to tell me how beautiful I am.) I continue down pulling your shirt apart to reveal your chest lightly raking it with my nails before attacking your nipples with my mouth. I treat each one in turn to a cycle of tongue thrashing. I hesitated but the more I thought about the more I was thinking “why not”. I called Randle over and cuddled him. Running my hands over his back and sides (being careful not to pat his head) I then started rub his tummy. He was getting excited as I reached his sheath. His cock started to peek out and I rubbed it. It was hot and slippery. “Good boy” I said “show me your lovely cock”. I kept rubbing and I could feel it getting larger. Rubbing turned to stroking as it grew and he gave a whimper. I.