”He did. His shriveled cock just lay there atop his balls like a wounded duck.I poured plenty of oil on his chest and belly and proceeded to rub and...massage him all over. From top to bottom he got well oiled. I knelt between his legs and went to work on his genitals. I squeezed, caressed and fondled them for ten minutes. He did not get hard. Not even a semi.When I stopped, he said, “That was nice, really nice. I was hoping for a boner, but no such luck!”“I had hoped you’d get one too.”He went. A small whimper escaped her lips.They broke their kiss and she quietly settled back into him, her eyes on the TV. Her mind was in a frenzy. He continued to knead her breast, alternating from caressing to squeezing. When he gently pinched her tiny nipple, a spasm jolted through her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips a little, her breathing shallow. Another whimper resonated between them. Jack continued his attention on her breast.'Ohmigod, ' she swooned. 'He's driving me insane.'Encouraged. But strange though that may sound, another, even better example of what I mean is the fellow I always think of as ‘The Barber’, no he didn’t want to cut my hair but you’ll see why I can’t help thinking of him by that name. The name he gave me was Larry and the first time he called he gave me the name of a friend of his who had been a casual client some months earlier, when a quick check of my records confirmed that, we arranged to meet for dinner at the hotel he said he’d be staying at one. My heart started beating hard, and my little dick stood straight out. He left his finger there for a minute, then started pushing in and out. My head was spinning,my heart pounding, and my butt hole tingling. "How does that feel" he asked. " I feels funny" I said" it feels good but hurts at the same time". He smiled"want me to stop"? No I said. " can you keep doing it please"I said panting. He kissed my cheek," of course I will, just relax." He'd push in a little bit, let it sit for a minute.