It wasn't just the 15-hour work days, it was also the non-stop traveling. Having just arrived home from yet another trip, Jim felt the grime of the da...'s travel sticking to his body. On top of that, he had seen his wife Susan for only a few minutes here and there. Walking silently into his room, Susan was sound asleep and nestled under the sheets. Jim undressed as quietly as he could and slipped into the bathroom. A hot shower felt good on his body. He soaped himself slowly not so much to. J : You stay there, have a wank or something but don’t come in and spoil it.H : l’m in the shed with my cock out.J : Mmmmmm that sounds tempting, don’t waste too much spunk baby, if everything goes to plan you could be fucking both of us soon.H : Has she said anything about usJ : Not yet but l know Julia spoke to her about it so it must be in the back of her mind. Are you hard Daddy, my pussy is creamingH : l want to come inJ : No Daddy you stay there if you come in now you will spoil it, let. I could seeeveryone was male, well dressed and in the main over 50, some in dinner suitsand others in leather, with instruments of torture dangling from their belts. I also noticed many wooden frames, stocks, whipping posts even stakes hammeredin to the lawn far enough apart that a man could be spread-eagled and stretchedface up or down according to the crowds desires. I noticed that no one else was stripped and manacled like I was and from thehungry looks and fondling fingers touching my body. I was pissed off at myself right then, because it became rock hard."Don't worry, whatever happens in the locker room, stays in the locker room," he made clear.He began stroking my cock slowly, but that was no easy task, considering we were in the shower. I began breathing heavily, and I was still mad at myself. I opened my mouth, because I was enjoying the feeling. I loved his hands for some reason. They were smooth, and just right for my cock. He was eyeballing it, and just concentrating on.