I got up and headed to the glass doors when I heard another voice from the back of the room say Damn! I was almost there! I pretended not to hear that...and hurried down the long dark slightly lit hallway. My room was on the right. As I entered all I could see was the massage table and big smelly candles in the corner walls. My masseuse instructed me to take off my robe and lay on the table under the cloth. He left out giving me time to undress. After two mins went bye I felt these large warm. I had promised myself that I would refrain from simply going wild over sex and just let it happen from time to time but that only lasted for a month or so.Yesterday, I was busy cleaning up my yard. The winter had been rough and there were a lot of tree limbs down and just a lot of cleanup to get done. I knew I needed to just hire someone to do it but ended up just saying to hell with it for the day and the following day I would find someone to do the work for me.I had just gotten out of the. He wondered if Charlie had understood a word he said. She might have done. After a couple of swings she approached the ball. The stance was good but there was something wrong with her grip. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “Move your right hand back round on the grip a bit more.” “Show me,” Charlie ordered. Crossing to her he tried to show her what he meant with his own hands. She tried to copy but she wasn’t getting it. Next he tried to adjust her hands on the grip but from the side he couldn’t. “It’s ... delicious, but whose cum is that I’m tasting now?” Steve dared to ask.“Never ask that! Never dare to ask that again! It’s not your place to question your new duties, such as cum-slurping from my snatch and Jilly’s. And our asses, of course! Among others! Just shut up and get busy eating me out! So, Neal, what do you think about some celebrity girlfriends or plural wives or concubines or whatever? Or maybe I can conjure your favorite fictional ladies and make them real and live, in the.