The company rented condos and mixed us up on purpose so that we would mingle with other manager’s from around the country. Each manager had a privat... bedroom and bathroom but we shared the common spaces such as living room and kitchen.I shared the condo with three other men. Gary was from Indiana and spent every spare moment talking about Jesus. Monte was from Dallas, Texas. He was pretty full of himself and bragged constantly about his personal corporate “profit center”. Andrew was from. Just across the street, second floor...Tall, lean, fit, ripped body, very long almost curly natural black hair sitting in a low armchair in front of a laptop shedding a cool white light on, almost like a spotlight in an otherwise dark room... A sight to behold. I was so engrossed... My jaw dropped. I was a an uninvited spectator in such an intimate moment of self giving pleasure. I felt dirty and a bit embarrassed... But I couldn't take my eyes off. The whole body was shaking and contracting. Beverly cupped his balls and said in a cajoling, taunting voice,"I want you to bare your soul to me. I need to hear you confess your darkest and most embarrassing secrets to me. Tell me, Tommy. Tell me so I can own your mind along with your body."Tommy was writhing now. She would bring him near the point of ejaculation but she kept backing off just before he could cum. It was uncanny! The older woman could look at him and read him like a book. In a way Tommy wanted her to own him. All his life,. I admitted, licking up the last of the cum. I could still feel a streak run down my inner thighs. What fun would that be? I like it when you clean me up. It feels so sensual. He revealed. And it did. It did feel sensual. Usually our actions were lustful, carnal, desperate for pleasure. While sometimes it felt like making love, most of the time I felt like I was getting the hell fucked right out of me. But there was something so slow and sweet in the way I cleaned him up. It was patient and.