‘Of course’ is what I softly said but in my mind I was screaming, “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG… START STROKING ME BABY”She responded by asking me ...o get back on my knees again which I gladly did. I thought this would give her full access to my balls and cock and make the hand job a lot easier. I felt as she grabbed the oil bottle and poured some in her hand some of the oil drip on top of my ass. It was still nice and hot and as it trickled down between my butt cheeks it felt even better as it slid. Maybe while I’m at the gym?”That’d be about two hours. Perfect. “Sure, no problem. I’ll close up shop here. And get dinner ready.”She smiled, kissed my forehead again, and went off to get into her workout clothes.I’d been laid off from my job at the lab about six months earlier. A big company had bought my little company, and fwoosh—consolidation, downsizing. But the tech I’d been developing had been easy to sneak out. My little side project. It was coming in handy, for my freelance work.I. “Yes a few,” he replied vaguely. “Sorry but I really must visit the gents,” he added and moved away quickly. Jonathan was now standing facing the back wall of the WC. Sleeves rolled up again to keep them clear of any splashes, tie off, eyes closed. His right hand was pumping his penis, left hand cupping and squeezing his balls, snagged on their underside by the zip teeth. He was thinking hard about Dorothy. If she could see him now, would she be impressed or bored by someone his age? Then he. He wasn't much of a speaker also. "Did you bring what I said?" "yea!" "Now we have to set up some rules...Any diseases?" "No." "Hope so...This is the first and the last time I ask you this: what are your limits? Answer clever, you won't be able to say no after!" I just stare for a while thinkng about my limits and answer: "Bleeding, scars, enjuries, broken bones, fisting..." "Fisting?" he raises his eyebrows. "Yes, I'm tight." "Oh, interesting. Ok sunshine." He smiles. "Now there's not gonna be.