I waved Taylor over to me. We'd discussed our plans for the bitch and it was time to move to the next phase. I dug through Jean's closet again while...Taylor went through her dresser drawers. I found what I was looking for. Soon Taylor had as well. My contribution was a sleeveless blouse and a short black leather skirt. Taylor had found a set of fishnet stockings and a lacey thong. Jean was curled up on the bed barely able to sob and not moving at all. We tossed the clothes on the bed. The one says, “Donald, I am sorry, we may have stepped over the line just joking tonight, but we understand what you are saying, and yes, I think these enjoyable interludes have run their course.”Then as Donald and Emma leave, each of the men, in turn, take Emma's hand, shakes it and thank her for being so willing to provide them with the best entertainment they have ever had. All say it in a different way, but all do apologize if they made her uncomfortable at all and lifted her hand and. He was proud of it nonetheless, holding it firmly and pointing it at me across the bed. For a fleeting second, it looked like the bathroom scene that I had seen so often when I'd seen a man piss after sex. It looked like Hal was going to piss at me, the way he held his hard cock. In retrospect, I wish that he had, for then I would have thrown him out and wouldn't have had to endure the last two years. All it would have cost me was a night of missed fucking and the excuse to write this story.We. "Hiya, mister." A soft moan escaped the older man's lips, clearly turned on by the overall package. His eyes moved to the red bracelet around Brian's thin wrist, reaching out tentatively to rub his thumb over it. He glanced around cautiously before leaning in and practically whispering "Are... are you.. working?" Brian let out a soft girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a bulge growing across the front of his pants. "I sure am," was.