With my head secured by the walls and his right hand grasping my hair, he humped my mouth mercilessly.The discomfort of his actions, were totally nega...ed by a flood of; ‘being used by a straight boy’ fantasies, that I had so often had. I was happy to comply and was completely turned-on by this unexpected episode. When he began grunting and panting, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his load all over my face. Once done, he ordered me to clean his cock.Afterward, as I stood up, he. I was more interested in feeling her nice tits as I had my hand under her T-shirt and feeling them. I was getting her hot and the hotter she got, the more she talked about her big crush.I decided to mess with her. …..“Have you ever thought about what his cock feels like?…what it would be like if he made a move on you?…kissing you and feeling you up?” She giggled all embarrassed and said: “Well…I guess I have…. a little. “ I said: “You CAN’T fuck a teacher! You can fantasize all you want, so. We just have to suck it up and make the best of it.” she shrugged. “Maybe it’s good we started having sex instead of only being weird around each other. Just avoiding each other sounds ... exhausting. Especially since that’s now Chris and me.”“Yeah, but, like, we’re having hate sex. That’s been kind of weird.” I told her honestly.“It’s better than avoiding each other and being all awkward.” she rebutted.I made a face. “Is it?” I asked rhetorically. “I don’t think it is.”Molly met my gaze, then. I would perform my thrusting exercise with either Yuko or Maple since my thin bride's love channel was still very sore. While Yuko lusted for my thick manhood any which way, I usually penetrated Maple from behind because her sad expression from losing her son just wouldn't disappear.Today Sir Dick Dickens came to my Shanghai office to negotiate cooperation. He was a tall older gentleman full of British pride, the empire where the sun never set. I looked him in the eyes and said: 'I visited.