I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it and usually just moved my arm out of the way when he changed positions. But I was starting to wonder if h...’s doing it on purpose.I know that he’s not a prude or anything, since he has calendar’s on his walls with nude models, and he also has old ‘Playboy’, ‘Hustler’, and other porn magazines on a table in the waiting area, in addition to sports and hunting-related publications. I always thought that he was catering to the more-masculine, working man. I slowly bobbed up and down on his manhood, while every ounce of my own masculinity faded away. I was his now. He could have gotten me to do anything for him in that moment.His other hand stroked my back and ass. I was wondering how long before he would cum when I heard a familiar voice.It was Mikayla. "Have you seen my friend, Sarah?"She was talking to Carter. In shock, my head shot up into the bottom of the table, causing a few empty glasses to knock over. Red-faced and embarrassed, I emerged. And keep that cock hard till I get back or some more swishing and cracking will be the order of the day … and she strolled from the room … Well 10 minutes later, and of course no hard cock now, in she comes, i hear those heels clicking on the floor and then they appear in front of me…I try to raise my head to look at her in the eye…keep ur eyes on the floor…..that just cost you 10 more ….and disappeared behind me….and starts to play with my pussyass and forcing her thumb in…..and out..and in. He lay completely still and quiet, staring up at her as she did so.Claire even towered over him as his eyes watched the movements of her tits.Sweat trickled over him. Heartbeat increased. She just had to suggest this to put me in a corner like this, Jan thought as he still followed those jiggling tits of hers.He tore his gaze from them and back up to a smirking Mistress."You want to touch them don't you, you horny slave? Go ahead, play with them, squeeze them!" His hands shot up from the ground.