I said, no and asked her if she’d give me a massage. I took off all my clothes and laid myself down, face first on the bed. She followed my lead and...removed her dress, revealing naked, perky silicone tits and red panty holding her massive dick. She got on top of me, sat on my butt, and I could feel her erect cock jabbing into my back. She busted out some hot oil, rubbed my shoulders, deep tissue style. Then wasted no time to reach down underneath me and start tugging on my soft dick. I flipped. I heard the sliding doors slamming shut and locking downstairs. The tears started to well up in my eyes. The image I had of this moment in my life was fading. The perfect man, perfect place, perfect outfit, candles burning and me waiting to accept my lover into my arms and bed. I could hear the footsteps on the stairs as Steven was coming to take my virginity. The tears were starting to overflow my eyes and spill onto my cheeks. Steven opened the door slowly. I was stilling trying to brush. Mr. Brightman has it,” Graydon answered. Jim rose from his chair, reached under his light jacket, and pulled the letter--more of a hand-written note, actually--from his shirt pocket and extended it to the lawyer. Abner rose to take it and settled back into his chair. He picked up a silver-framed pair of reading glasses from the base of his reading lamp, rested them halfway down his nose, and began to read. He rumbled from time to time as if internally commenting on whatever impression he got. I was taken aback, but asked what she meant. She pleaded with me that she wanted desperately to ditch her work friends and it would be such a turn on for her and she just wanted to watch us.I was all for it, because I'm more bi than Mark is. I love fucking women, but I've been with more men because it's a lot less work getting them into bed. Mark was a harder sell, but he went along with it. The clincher was when Michelle told Mark that he looked like Enrique Iglesias, only sexier. Plus, I.