“Robert, I know you’re ready to leave but I am getting severe cramps in my thighs, I can hardly move. I am a bit embarrassed but as I know you’r... discreet, could you by any chance come up and get my legs going, so to speak.” She went on to explain that what normally relieved the problem was gentle massage. Agreeing to ‘help’ her, she asked me bring the pass key to let myself in.In the flat I announced my arrival. “Robert, I am grateful for this," she replied. I’m in the lounge.” She did look. While the sweat started to collect on his body, his juicy cock began to glisten. I did my best not to look and keep my eyes on the floor, but for the life of me I couldn’t stop from glancing at it every few seconds. All I was trying to do was wait for my penis to soften so I could get up and go hit the shower, but the more I glanced, the longer my cock remained hard. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of silence and awkward glances, he spoke. “You look like you like what you see.” He said. A brother, or a sister. The way I love all you guys. There are so many kinds of loving, you know.’ I thought fleetingly of my boyfriend Colby, a surprising burst of warmth going through me at the thought of him, thinking wonderingly how our relationship seemed to miraculously encompass all the different kinds of love--there were times when we were platonically affectionate, romantically, physically... ‘You ARE attractive,’ I assured Ezekiel. ‘It’s only--mphm!’He had grabbed me around the waist. "Hey there, Sleepin' Beauty," came a cheery voice. Once I stopped moaning from the pain of movement, I managed to turn my head and squint against the light."Sally?" Hey there, pretty good guess. Yeah, its me." The shapely older femme sat at the head of the bed where I could look at her without too much pain. "You were really out of it last night, Riz. You staggered through the door and fell into bed. I really thought you might have noticed I was on the dining room table with my legs wrapped.