I decide to set the mood by having the lights set low, candles around the room and some light jazz playing in the background. While I was waiting I st...rted playing with myself since being in the jockstrap was turning me on. I laid back on the couch closed my eyes and slowly started rubbing my cock through the jock and then moved down in-between my legs to feel my newly shaved hole. The feeling of my finger close to my hole made my cock start getting hard and make my heart start to beat. I live there with four submissive women who fit different areas of the life we all lead… Jillian, Susan, Carol and Sharon. They are my wives, people with real personalities that are sexually submissive, but accomplished and aggressive in the outside world and who love each other and me. Jillian (41) is the business head and the mistress of the house. She is blond, with blue green eyes, 5’10”, slim, with long straight hair. She has a private office off the main living area from which she pays. Exasperated, her chest pounding a bit, her body making her uncomfortable, she could feel her dampness, and with no panties, she felt so exposed. “Here... !!” she said, impatiently, holding out her phone, her brother’s number displayed. As soon as Roach nodded that he had it, she left, hurrying to her locker, grabbed her algebra book again, and headed to her last two classes before lunch. Still overwhelmed by it all, the constant whispers, and Roach’s appraising glance all through their now. ”I smiled in a comforting, understanding way. “Perhaps because I am sensitive to these things. How is it your nephew Bhanu? Is he not Anglo Indian”?“I was married to a Hindu family for business reasons. After I caught my husband with multiple women, they said I was the one at fault. I was sent here out of the way to look after Bhanu otherwise they would have victimized harassed and destroyed”. We were interrupted.Priya had arrived so I shook hands with Ruth, made my goodbye and was swept away..