I got to see him regularly as James lived much closer to my home than my sons and I'd go visit him at least once a week. We'd go out to the local pub ...or a drink and chat and that's when I confessed to him my Bi preferences. What I didn't know at that time was that the pub we were using closed it's doors once a week to the general public and had a gays only evening, and James used his considerable charm and we were allowed to stay in. We'd have lovely evenings there and he'd often dissapear for. Matthew and I had always been plenty frank with each other, or so I thought. But maybe I hadn’t thought through how open I could stand to be with someone. I mean, Ted and I never spoke like this. I’d never quite had such sustained intimate talk with anyone about anything so-- well, intimate. I mean, touching so intimately upon me. “Now then,” Matthew began, “we need a schedule. We start with the little plug of course. Your ass training should begin tonight.” “Oh, but today’s been so busy--” I. Luckily, she found both packages in the large drawers in his desk, which was the second one she tried, and opened each package just enough to figure out the content.Megan put the Wednesday package back into the drawer and opened the Tuesday package. She pulled out the Ziploc bag and opened it. The smell of stale cum immediately filled her nose. She then carefully but quickly took the cum-soaked lace bra out of the bag, leaving the shirt inside. Holding the still damp bra cups in her hands, she. ' He frowned.Daniel left John's office and headed for the pool. His throbbing hard cockswung from side to side as he walked. If he got in the water, he'd at leastnot be completely obvious with his nudity; he could hide his boner. Hewalked into the pool area, four guys were lounging on one sidechatting. They stopped talking as Daniel walked to the side and dove in."That's Danny," one of them said. "He's John's new `towel boy.' Cocksuckerin training�so the k** at the desk told me. And I hear he's.