I can see that, especially after having met your father. Will someone take the bug out of his ass already? Pardon my French, but you know what I mean ...y that. The man just needs to get laid, and rather sinfully, too. It would do him a world of good to commit a sin or two, at least as he would define sin. It would be for his own good, but I’m not going to volunteer. The man’s touch would likely make my skin crawl. Let him find some other sexual surrogate, thank you very much!” Christina. The news makes me feel a little uncomfortable but I'm soon caught up in the atmosphere of the evening as Bertie joins us with some drinks, sitting across from us on the other settee. He is the perfect gentleman, so charming and friendly. He chats away, asking a lot of questions about me, genuinely interested in my life, he has this way of making me feel special, important. As the evening goes on the atmosphere changes, the conversation takes on a more 'personal' nature as Bertie asks about my. She took my cock with her ungloved hand and stroked it and then held it by the base. I felt something being dragged across my Knob and felt this pain. I winced a little and then V grabbed my knob and there was this massive stinging sensation. V laughed a little and I removed the towel from my face. I looked down to see V holding stinging nettles against my cock. She continued to wank my cock with her gloved hand with a bunch of nettles between the latex and the skin of my shaft. It was an. I was surprised a little when she excused herself and went to the restroom, and walked into the ladies! I mean, it did make sense, but my sore ass made me think she should do into the mens! Anyways, after a nice meal and some small talk, we headed back to my place for a nightcap. We walked in and took our shoes off and I lead her into my den and turned on the TV telling her to get comfortable while I made us some drinks. I nearly dropped our glasses though when I came back and seen Amy.