.. you could do something for me in return...?" Okay," I smiled. "That sounds entirely reasonable. What would you like me to do?"If he was thinking of...getting me to clean the coffee-making machine, I'd do the runner I perhaps should have done when the young man calling himself Curtis had legged it from the cafe.But fortunately his intentions were far less honourable."I want you to do to me what you were doing to that other dude when I opened the door of the toilet," he said, managing to get it. I wasn't too surprised to find that smelling Lucille's dirty underwear was giving me a raging hardon! It was slightly different from her mother's, but experience has taught me that all women have a similar smell. I enjoyed this guilty pleasure for another few minutes. When the washer kicked into life beside me I came back to Earth. I dropped the panties into the water and threw a few more things in with them. I lowered the lid of the washer and mounted the stairs.Going to our room, I shucked. I happily sat up and buried my face in his crotch. I pressed my face against its hardness and began sucking it hungrily. I took it deep into my throat and moved my mouth slowly back up the shaft. I felt it grow stiff in my mouth and I felt the ecstasy I only ever feel when I am serving my master in this way. I brought my mouth down until my nose brushed his balls and I began to move my mouth faster up and down the hardening length. Master was guiding my head up and down and I felt that his. Within a couple of weeks, I had found 2 very promising prospects. We began sending pictures back and forth. I sent photos of Michael wearing panties and eating his own cum. I also sent photos of Michael sucking my strap-on. Both men were in their 30's, handsome, in great shape and dominant. They eagerly agreed that I would be in charge, but Michael would definitely be submissive to them. I told them both that my goal was to allow my bi-curious husband a chance to try cocksucking and then.