A loud slap on her ass and Hassika came back from her slumber.“You sadistic prick; I’ll cut off your balls with my rusty old skinning knife! Oh sh...t it hurts; you ruined my ass,” Hassika cursed.“A good friend once said, there is nothing good sleep and one or two days of rest won’t heal again,” He replied grinning brightly.“I’m sure my brother is right. However, just so we’re clear, nothing that happened here tonight will be told to anyone outside this room.”“Like you muddy cunt didn’t make sure. So i said would you like a look around the house. they both said yes. I have quite a big house, 6 bedrooms, 3 en-suits the master bedroom has its own bathroom, 2 big living rooms a large kitchen, Dining room and a door in the hall leading to my indoor swimming pool, steam room and sauna. and last of all i showed them the games room off the dining room, as i have a snooker table and pool table are a few retro arcade machines in there, a little bar stocked with drink, a large sofa and my. And there it was. My vulnerable friend was up and standing at the ready, practically begging for attention. I felt the first flash go off in my eyes, but before long I was oblivious to Harry’s camera work. Rachel bent over my lap, and began running her luxurious tongue around my cock head, and up and down my shaft. There are no words to describe the feeling. Nirvana, Utopia, Eden, Heaven…none of those concepts even came close to the euphoria I experienced. I sat motionless, as Rachel straddled. "Mrs. Jenkins, I have never found out what your first name is." The name that I preferred to call myself while en femme was Sasha and so I told him such. "Well Sasha, it seems to me that if you don't want this to get back to your son, you are gonna have to do some favors for me." Right then I could see the lust in his eyes and the bulge in his loose shorts for an older white woman. I also knew that he was right and I knew what else I would have to do to keep this a secret from my son. .