Peters smiled and said that he remembered me. "If it wasn't againstcompany policy," he said, "I would have totally tapped her ass when shewas working ...or me."That's all I needed to hear. I was soon "cleaning" Mr. Peter's house, orat least his cock every single weekend.I was enjoying being Miguel's sissy whore so much that I was surprisedone day when he informed me that we were going to be married. I squealedin delight and practically screamed, "I do!"I was informed that it would happen in just. She winked at me and slowly led me into her bedroom. She pushed me on the bed in one action and then started kissing me again. It was faster this time, more passionate. After several minutes she started kissing down my body, and I pulled my shirt off over my head. She kissed down my chest and slowly down to my jeans. She was on all fours with her face just inches away from my raging hard-on. She slowly took off my belt and slid my chinos off. She grabbed my dick through my boxers and started. It was an incredibly exciting event for me and a huge turn on. Since then I have watched numerous men blowing another man, including men I have been in a relationship with. Earlier today I asked my man, “Is the man you have organised today, for me? Or is it us?” I was very pleased when he replied, ‘us’, instantly aroused at the sexual turn on of watching two men giving and receiving sexual pleasure, after I have had my way with both of them.My man is the first to speak. “Laying down or. ”“Good thing, then. How’s was work?”“Terrible. I hurt my neck today.”Gwen frowned as Rachelle moved her head around.Gwen started, trying to find an excuse to get closer to her, “Need help? I took a massage therapy class.”“Sure, go on and sit behind me.”Gwen moved across the room and sat on the beanbag chair, positioning Rachelle in front of her, between her legs. Gwen began to massage Rachelle’s shoulders, loosely d****d by a camisole.Rachelle started moaning, not heavily, but light and almost.