You’re up to something, aren’t you?’ ‘Not at all. My only demand is that you do the job yourself – you can’t send any of your men on this ...ne.’ ‘Why not? I have plenty of staff that is both professional and discreet if that’s what’s needed.’ ‘Well, this matter is slightly more delicate.’ A wild idea occurred to Jared. It couldn’t be… ‘Does this have something to do with Ann?’ ‘What if it does?’ ‘Then you should reconsider my offer to send some of my men. Your sister and I are not at the best of. .I forcibly removed my hands from my breasts, breasts I barely recognized as my own. They had never felt like this before. I continued to try and wash my body with the rough-feeling washcloth and even tried to fool myself. Normally I would work from the top down, but after my own breasts seemed to betray me, I went to work on my feet and legs. Slowly I started feeling normal again. I kept telling myself there was nothing wrong, nothing was going on and then the mental image of Mandy rubbing. Seeing her like that made me want to shoot my own load of sperm now, at long last."Come here, you," Melissa said, grinning at me. "It's your turn now."The other guys were just about to leave, but as I stood to come over to the bed, Melissa had them stay awhile longer. "I want you to watch him shoot his load now," said, by way of explanation; and they paused."Come on," she said to me. "Get over here and show them your tiny cock."I was so in need of an orgasm that I didn't care if these three. We had a don't ask don't tell sort of thing going which she seemed to prefer. I knew that she had cheated on me with an ex-boyfriend pretty consistently. I first almost caught her during the night of our engagement party. As I can't actually prove it I often imagined it went something like this. Her ex-boyfriend Tom and his friend George were there. I had been drinking pretty heavily and so had she. We were both off mingling with the crowd of friends and I had gotten pretty distracted. During.