I stood by her in my dressing gown, the bulge of my engorged tool visible. She looked up at me longingly. I undid the knot of the belt on my dressing ...own and exposed my erect manhood in her face – eight inches of hard meat. The purple head of my cock glistened – the foreskin tautly pulled back.Namita took my turgid member in her hand and slowly circled the tip with her tongue. Then she opened her mouth and my cock disappeared into the warm depths of her throat. Her hand shifted to grip my. I saw you drinking and still looking ahead, the sweat having left streaks of white salt along your cheeks, red and flush with the strain of the walk. You rested your hands on your knees, your pack still on your back, supporting you. I unrolled my mat and reclined on my pack, closing my eyes for a second or two. I heard you unstrapping your pack too, and then silence for a few moments. Before I knew what was happening I felt your hand on my belt, and when I opened my eyes I saw you undoing my. " Gee, thanks." Ha ha... You know what I mean, though. Can't you get a girl on your own to do this, without having to pay her?"I frown, and pause before answering. "Remember when you told me I couldn't ask you whether you had a boyfriend, or who takes those pictures you post, or your name? No questions?" Yeah, I do. Alright, point taken. But you still have a hard-on, right?"I hadn't expected that question so my answer is a fairly sputtered, "What do you think?" You giggle. "I think you're still. Yup. There she was, sitting on the couch with some stranger. He was sitting way too close and was turned towards her. I didn’t need to be a body-language expert to read him.He was being Mr. Supportive.She looked at him and then to me. “Steve, honey ... We need to talk.”That was the last thing I needed. “Yeah? We do? Who’s this, Cheryl?”“This, uh, this is Mark. Honey, Mark and I work together and, well, we’ve gotten close over the past month and ... Steve, could you just sit down for a minute?.