Maybe I'll be able to talk about it ... one day."His voice was kind and soft, "I'd be happy to listen any time, Willow. Any time." He smiled at her as...she looked back at his face, his eyes moving towards her neck. "That tattoo ... I know that symbol so well. I've seen it since I was practically a boy. I wore it with pride myself. Your father always bragged about it to us, one of the very few parts of his personal life he shared. He was always so thrilled that you had thought enough about his. " There was a longer pause. My mind raced. How I could make this great scenario even better. "Not even if I gave you permission?" I asked, the words bursting out before my brain could stop them. “What?” she asked in amazement. “What if I wanted you to... go further... with him?” “I don’t understand…” she said, her voice a little shaky. “If you knew for certain I wanted you to, would you want to do more with him?” There was a long pause. “But he’s just a boy,” she said in. It had been a few weeks since I had gotten a massage last, and I was fully looking forward to enjoying this one. Normally my wife and I swap off massaging each other every week or so but the last several times we never really quite made it to my turn, as I got kinda carried away and proceeded on to fucking her as wrap up to her turn. What can I say, my wife is a beautiful woman and I enjoy getting myself lost in her. Anyway, back to my massage. When she finished with my backside I turned over. And none of us really give a fuck what you like.”“All I want to do is please your sir.” The boy said. “You and your friends.”“Good boy.” The master said. “That the right attitude.”While the man’s face couldn’t be seen, the camera revealed a husky, hairy frame, thick muscular legs and thighs. He wore a grungy, cum and piss stained jockstrap from which his heavy meat pointed up and out. His man piece was a decent size, maybe 7 inches or so, plenty enough to fill a black sub’s cock loving.