One evening and like always, I WhatsApped her to come down for a walk. She replied that she was not in the mood to go that day and asked me to come to...her flat instead as she was making tea for both of us.I went to her flat, she was already near the door and welcomed me in and closed the door. She made me sit on the couch and went to the kitchen to bring tea. I was constantly looking at her. Priya was wearing a very short white boxer and a loose blue top. She was looking both cute and hot.She. " Again Greg smiled, taking her hand and leading her gently to the bedroom."Honey, I'm really tired, I don't want..." Sharon's protest dried in her mouth at the door. Greg had been busy. The room was bathed in soft candlelight and a soothing aromatic blend of lavender and chamomile filled the air. A towel covered the bed and a large bottle of oil sat on the bedside table."A massage, no strings attached. OK?"A grateful smile answered him. "Can I finish my wine first?" Oh, I think so. Now, sit. I didn’t want to think this, but I couldn’t shake the evidence I’d seen and heard since I’d left for LA, less than four days ago. During those three nights, I’d witnessed at first hand Jill letting these young black guys do whatever they wanted to do on each and every night. I’d watched as they’d tag-teamed her, bent her over the edge of the bed to deep throat her mouth and fuck her face, and even gone so far as to stuff her pussy full of both of their cocks at the same time.The guys had. “It’ll feel better in a minute, sweetie,” Jan assured me. Slowly, the vibrations relaxed my muscles as they slid it in and out. My cock jerked violently as I shot the biggest load of my life onto the floor. I fell to my knees, exhausted.“I think he’s had enough for now. It’s getting late and we should leave.” I thought I was going to be set free when I heard that.“Okay, but let’s get him up to his room,” Jan told Sandy.They helped me walk up the stairs and into bed. My cuffs were removed and.