“No, never,” Was his answer.As I guessed, the way he acted she probably never sucked his dick.While I tongued his cock, I reached down and slowly ...troke my own.What I found was, that I had cum several times without knowing with his dick inside me.My dick was a mess of cum and pre-cum, I’d hate to see the carpet.I then scooped up some of my cum, and then rubbed it in to his shaft.Then I went back to stroking his cock, as well as teasing his foreskin.His breathing was asthmatic as I knew he was. She knew it and he knew it, and there was nothing he could do about it, but there was a lot that she could do with it.He waited like a dog in a kennel, finally sitting on the edge of the bed where he had thrown his skirt and blouse, straightening each and admiring the cut and femininity of them. He couldn't remember the last time he wore male clothes. Was it the Christmas party? That was the last time he had seen his friends. He had politely declined the Super-bowl party in January, numerous. But could I?"I'm going to enjoy giving you a nice time, Henreid, but you're such a naughty boy..."By Monday, when I was walking up to Phyllis's apartment door, I was more than enraged, excited and a little nuts.I'd been watching lots of porn, BDSM stuff and the rest, without having the ability to jack my dick.My old fantasies of my secretary mistreating me...Which I used to pound my pud to...had to just persecute me.And my secretary, Ambrosia, was a stern but shapely creature, who snorted when. Just before she hung up she said: “Don’t forget how I like your pubes — I wouldn’t want you getting unduly punished.”Knowing Mandy, I took her words of warning very seriously. She’d previously told me she liked smooth balls, ass and stomach, so I quickly booked myself in for the fabled “back, sac and crack” plus a stomach waxing. I was pretty sure it was going to be important.The waxing was as painful, awkward and humiliating as I had feared — but I knew that if I let Mandy down I’d be in for a.