Mr. Sato approached and took my hand in a warm handshake. He was dressed in dark grey slacks, expensive looking Italian loafers and a white silk shirt...under his raw silk dress jacket. I made a note to buy Henry a suit like it as soon as we had another of his bonuses."I am so happy you decided to see me again Charlie. Let me show you around the place. Can I offer you a glass of wine?" Thank you, Mr. Sato. I'd like that." You must call me Warren. We are going to be friends after all." Thank you. Beneath them was a white bra that was in stark contrast to his tanned skin. The sight of his bra gave my balls a little twinge as my cum load began to build in me. Then Charlie stepped out of his shoes and kicked off his trousers. He stood there in a white six-strap garter belt that was attached to a pair of silky white stockings. It crossed my mind that those white stockings must have been on display above his shoes all day long. You little slut, Charlie, showing off like that. Over all that. When I came home from Pakistan, you hadn’t even bothered to tell your boyfriend to leave first! And I’d called you from the damn airport, Jessamyn. And there the bastard is, wearing my robe and drinking my Canadian Club.??Yeah, that’s right, Brinker. Felipe was horrified when he discovered what a cheap bastard you are when it comes to liquor.? I flick another match, and this time it bounces off Brinker’s cock. He yips like a little girl, but I must give him credit—he never moves from his. Then one day I was in my room and happened to look out my wI got to window and into the old man's bedroom window. He was standing there stroking his cock looking right at me. I had never seen a man do this so I had to watch. Soon enough he shot a huge load and it was over. After that I think I was watching him as much as he was watching me. Then one day I caught him banging his old lady wife. I could not believe it, her old boobs were shaking and her old legs up in the air and he was really.