As if knowing I was there, the door suddenly opened and I could see both of them standing side by side near the middle of the room. They were identica...ly dressed( leather pants, leather vests, armbands and wristbands and knee high boots), but that was were it ended. Ian was a bit taller, more muscular and blond and blue eyed. Rich was slimmer, dark haired and black eyes. Each held a cane in a hand, tapping it to their boots, and a wicked grins for me.They both informed me that for our little. Sweat dripped down his naked, hard muscled chest. His eyes were closed, but I knew they matched his dark personality. His wrists were confined tightly to the chair, the rope at his ankles was just as tight. His cock laid limp against his inner thigh, hiding the gorgeous, well trimmed balls. "Well aren't you the sight of perfection" I whispered, he did not jump at the sound of my voice but a gentle smile formed. "What the hell is this?" he asked, his voice made me feel alive. "I wanted you, so. I could see he had at least a nine incher inside his pants…He approached to me saying;“I think you could need some assistance, Anita...”I smiled at him and sat again on the lounge chair, pulling down his pants as I descended. Watson’s huge cock sprang from its holder, hitting my cheek as I sat down. I grabbed it with my hand and began stroking it in long slow motion.He let out a low moan that let me know that it has been awhile since he had a blow job. His musky taste instantly got me. I got the feeling he didn't want me to do this aboutas much as Emily had been waiting for it."Why?" he asked, a little louder than I would have liked him to. "I mean,why now?" Well, they want a female singer," I explained. "Not a boy with an altovoice."He grimaced at this news, indicating my earlier assumption had beenright. He didn't want to lose his best male friend. How could I tell himthat the male friend he knew seemed to be slipping farther and fartheraway with each passing day?"You know.