..how could I not crush him?Now there are bad boys and there are bad boys. Some smoked in the boy'sroom at school. Others were always picking fights...at school or on thestreets. And others still were extorting lunch money from the weak suchas me. At least this insured I could possibly cross their block to gethome; such as it was. But my crush was not like that. He was a predatorwho preyed on other predators.My guy was the kind of guy that combed his hair straight back after hismorning. After another bottle of wine, and giggles, Tyrell comes over to our candle lit table and sits down next to my wife. I tell her this is dessert and he slips his hand along her stocking covered leg, up her dress and parts her legs, inserting a finger along her piercing and into her. She grabbed onto my arm and squeezed from his brazen feeling of my wife.We pay the bill, go up to the room. In the elevator, he full on grabs her close and french kisses her while upskirting her with his gigantic. ." She paused, smiling and taking a sidewaysglance at Claire. "...These are 'OUR' rules!"This wasn't a surprise to me as Sarah had pre-warned me that a change wasneeded and that a new a new set of 'terms and conditions' were to be putto me.I had been called to Sarah's house for a very specific meeting. This wasa Saturday and normally I would be 'on duty' as it were, wearing one oftwo styles of uniforms and in the role of her fully feminised maid. Buttoday was different and I had been requested. Jake is feverishly jacking his cock next to us. Just when I think he is about to cum, he pushes me back off my feet in front of them. “You didn’t think you were going to get my load that easily, did you bitch?”. No sir. I crawled over to Jake to work on his cock. I take it nice and slow, moving up and down on his rock hard dick. I continue this for a few minutes then I feel the guest grab me by the waist. He is on his knees, pushing his cock in and out, between my legs.The sensation of his big.