She hoped the furniture wouldn’t notice. It was probably already too depressed to record a further slight. Em’s dinner plans had fallen through. ...he had planned to take a client to dinner, but he had to go home instead. To wash his hair, or his socks, Em thought, sourly again. She checked the well-thumbed literature in the room. The restaurant took last orders at eight-thirty except on Fridays and Saturdays, when it remained open until the dangerous hour of ten o’clock. This was Thursday. The. .heaven. Mark guided me through my first gay wank, he said I did okay for a virgin and winked. He then told me lie on my back and moved down my body and pushed my legs up exposing my virgin asshole and then just dived right in lapping away at it licking, kissing, blowing on it and sticking his tongue in and out, absolutely amazing, I had said no to penetration, but by the time he stopped rimming me I was ready for anything....he looked and I nodded, he grabbed a tube of KY, and being a friend. I open my eyes slightly and see you smiling lovingly at me. I return your smile and let myself enjoy your work on my body. You get the body wash and poof and lather it up. I feel your hands, along with the poof, return to my body as you clean me. You make sure to get every spot, and then move to your own body. You cup your hands and run water over my body, washing off the soapy bubbles. You get my hair wet, and then lather it up with shampoo, washing my hair. You gently massage my scalp to. Your gasps tell me you’re getting close and I fuck your brains out, suddenly feeling you tense beneath me. The soft walls on all sides of my dick contract and press inward in one long drawn out orgasm, until suddenly all pressure is released. I do not stop but slow, and then eventually pull out. Flipping your limp body over, I see you smile as content but encouraging me to continue. I once again kneel over you and this time pull down your dress, exposing your large, round breasts. I suck on.