She: what-?Me: yeah, it’s your fault. You’re so sexy. (I was trying to level my voice. I was shouting from inside, to be honest).She: *blushes* um... you’re cute, too.Me: *eye roll* whatever-She: *giggles* hey, you are cute.Me: stop calling me cute!She: cutie, cutie, cutie pie…I pulled her head towards me and kissed her on the lips.She: whoa!Me: haha.My mom entered the room and we pretended to be cleaning the dishes. We both giggled.*fast forward to 3 pm*The guests were not going. On top of that,. All the details were too lazy for me to remember how it looked. Did it curve up when it was hard? What color was it? How much hair did he have down there? I wanted to see him, feel him, taste him. And I was about to get my wish.As soon as his pants were low enough, his cock sprang free and it was big. Maybe not overly thick, but long and still impressive as it stood at attention. It did in face arc up towards his belly button and I licked my lips at the idea of having that arching head pressed. Then she was gone, leaving an empty silence and a perfumed cloud behind her. I stared at the shut door, wondering what I had done, what would happen and regrets began to seep into my mind, but I worried it was too late. For an hour, I paced nervously around my apartment, my phone in my hand and as the time she had promised to call passed, my fears grew that he had discussed the emails with her. I checked my phone was working, stared at it, willed it to ring but as a second hour approached I. Ducati’s, but a lot thicker. He’s a little shorter than my boss and has a hairy chest and looks so fucking delicious. I was hesitant at first, but since our master was okay with this, I begin to reach for and start playing with his cock through the nylon. I rub it and stroke it before bringing my mouth to the tip where I lick the entire length of his massive shaft. He then removes his rod from its encasement and rests it on my face where I continue to lick him, kiss him, and suck on his balls..