I remember checking my moral compass then casually slipping it back into my coat pocket. We are on the dance floor really getting into it. She whisper... something about making her friends jealous so don't hold back. As I look down her shirt from behind, my penis feels as if it's going to rip a hole through my pants. She throws her head back as I plant a gentle kiss on her neck while taking in her scent. She tilts her head and the tips of our lips meet but do not engage. As we continue to dance. Standing in his bathroom, having just showered in preparation for this man, I almost came just thinking about it. At the time I thought I was hard from checking myself out in the mirror. I had been doing push-ups and dips to build my chest and arms and it hard worked. Sexy athletic tone, not muscled, not undefined, my chest and arms were just considered bonus viewing while they enjoyed my voracious oral obsession. Then again, I could’ve just been in good shape from all the fucking I did. I had. He was the one who had designed all the tech that once protected Overwatch HQ in Switzerland, before it was destroyed in an internal rebellion led by Gabriel Reyes.James was so confident in his creations that the whole mansion was full of his security tech. A completely automatic system took care of everything. It immobilized intruders and brought them to the confinement room if necessary. Most of the time it just killed whatever had been in close range, but this was the first time a person. I felt really melancholy about not being able to dress up and have hot sex while we had our company. We made the hot four hour drive home.By the time we arrived home, the temperature dropped about 10 to 15 degrees, but it was still around 85. Our closed up apartment felt like an oven when we walked in. We rushed around opening up windows and turning on a couple of fans. I quickly scanned the apartment for any toys or other incriminating evidence.We showed David around the apartment, his.