In most of the neuvo-plays, if a man had a bulge, it was because he was a brute. An idiot. An animal. A disgusting animal. Thale clenched his jaw, pre...sure growing as he pumped his cock, viciously hard. His eyes closed and he pictured that freckled body under him, imagined spreading her legs, imagined hilting himself inside of her, imagined her back arching, her sex clenching. His hand squeezed his base and he let out a low, hissing sound. His tail lashed and he leaned forward, his palm. I followed him out and he picked up a towel and started drying me, first my upper body spending more time on my boobs squeezing them through the towel and mushing them together, then moved down to my butt and then between my legs. He knew how sensitive my vagina was, especially now after a forced orgasm, so he took his time whipping the water off and rubbing it some more. He went down on my shapely legs and all the way to my toes, wiping them each one at a time. Having enough fun, he then had. I noticed his cock growing as we talked, even though that is difficulty in a hot tub. I think he was aroused at what was coming next. We finished up in the tub and dried off --then went into a bedroom where I had set up a massage bed., with towels and oils.He climbed up face down and I proceeded to oil him up liberally, working his feet, legs, back neck and eventually his bum.It was so erotic to be massaging another man's ass. I was getting turned on and found it really quite easy to slide my. ..Then the tension ratcheted up a bit. We knew where one another lived and worked. We could have just turned up and said hello, but we were strict.And we introduced another little tweak: we'd stay celibate for a week before we met. No orgasms, solo or with other people. No playing, no touching, no release...It was hell but it was good. It's been a long time since I genuinely felt frustrated and desperate for a totally kinky fuck.Then the evening came round that we were to meet. Phone calls were.