“Would you like me to open the box?” He asked.“I would love you to open my box.” I answered with a shitty grin.He wasn’t sure how to take my...answer, but as he signed the ball I said in a low voice, “You wouldn’t have to be 18, and it’s already bald and ready to serve.”He was taken aback by my comment and looked up with a little grin as he handed to ball back.He had signed, “Bobby Rosen, H.O.F 2006, WS MVP 2001”. None of meant much to me, and I later found out it meant Hall of Fame 2006 and. ” I ran my free hand over the thin, soaked fabric coating my pussy lips. “Like I kinda am now…” I smiled suggestively at the camera and at mistress. She didn’t smile back. She had demanded honesty, and I had an idea of what she wanted me to say. I switched the device on and held it against my panties-covered clit, as I felt my orgasm building, I continued. “I’m… I’m… ohhh… I’m a bit of a pervert… mmm… and I use it while I’m spying on my neighbour getting changed…” I ground against the toy. Phil grabs my head and smears the cum around my face with his cock. He sits on the floor pulling me down on my hands and knees. I begin to licking up and down his enormous shaft playing and kissing his balls. I could only get a small part of his cock in my mouth but he didn’t seem to mind.I was so busy trying to coax the sperm from Phil’s tool I forgot about Tom. Then I felt my panties being pulled down to my knees. Suddenly Tom yanked then back pulling my knees out from under me, I fell on. He didn't buy anything just window shopped. We just listened to the radio on the way down and back with only light non-sexual conversation. I wanted to grap his cock to tease him but, I was feeling too guiltly for a heterosexual man from the night berfore. I could tell he was a bit tense also. We got back to his parents and he asked if I wanted to watch TV and of course I said yes. We were still in a stupor from the night befores activies and still questioning our heterosexuallity quietly..