Soon there was a knock at the doorI opened it and he came in We started kissing straight away he was a very good kisser He was wearing a black shirt a...d black trousers I moved round behind him and started undoing his shirt as it dropped to the floor I kissed the back of his neck as I cuddled him and slid my hands round and started to undo his trousers as they dropped to the floor I looked at the small bulge in the front of his pants. I moved round to the front and pulled his pants down his cock. She clamped the metal thing to the base of my cock and knelt between my legs, idly picking the wax off my cock before beginning to suck on it again. The tension was unbearable. She sucked and sucked, but I couldn’t come with the clamp in place. It was easier for her to string me along. It felt like another hour passed. The sun was rising. The room was getting lighter, when without warning after torturing me like a shrew all night long, Joyce pulled off the clamp and pulled her lips back. I slid my hand inside the warm and inviting opening. I now felt the softness of his blue boxer shorts and the warmth and smoothness of his groin. Through soft cotton, I felt his balls, small and tightly bunched, a boys balls, I thought. I searched for an opening to his shorts but I couldnt find one in the restricted space in which I was obliged to explore. But through the material, I could still feel the tufts of pubic hair around the base of his organ, now hard and erect across his right leg.. Nico was by far the most handsome, with a nice tan and short-cropped black hair with a slight curl to it at the ends. He was only twenty, and he was the front, which meant he sweettalked the customers they got. They were anything they wanted to be: painters, carpenters, stoneworkers, anything. Today they were stoneworkers, because some rich lady needed her stone wall fixed and her rear patio extended, simple jobs. ______________________________________________________________________ We were.