On this occasion, Doogie showed no indecision before he walked up and guided his dick into my backside. Fortunately, I was prepared and had lubed my b...ckside in anticipation. At last, I was finally getting what I wanted all long and was also participating in the pleasure, as I tugged on my dick.The other two things that also pleased me were that Doogie had begun to take his time before unloading, unlike our initial ‘therapy’ sessions. Added to that, the way he looked at me had also begun to. My turn. I stood, and launched into my (in my opinion) killer intro. I knew what my first expository point was. I had spoken on this topic before, and was kind of proud of how I had polished my spiel, to a high gloss. I shifted my gaze from one judge to the next, gesturing just like I knew what I was doing. Then I saw my adversary.She was sitting towards the rear of the room, wearing a professional blouse and a below the knee skirt. She swung one booted foot idly, watching my presentation with. Her breasts were as hard as winesaps."Get me out of this thing," she said calmly, stepping back a pace and pulling her sacque dress apart at the chest. I undid fasteners and the dress opened like a clamshell. She tossed it aside, and I stared at her high, firm breasts, barely concealed under a fancy shift that hung at her rounded shoulders, as fine a pair as I had ever seen, round as canon balls and tipped with bud-like protuberances pointing slightly away from each other. She undid her. He was sitting in my office chair with his shirt off. I was massaging his shoulders and back while he ate the lunch I had made for him. I had taken to making him lunch every day. I even bought a little microwave for my office so that I could warm up his meals. "Yours" I said, running my hands over his hard black muscles."Who do you get all dressed up for?" You." Don't you forget it baby." I won't." No matter how many guys I send up here with a key, don't you forget who you belong to." I won't,.