I was going crazy. Her hand left my balls and slowly, agonizing slowly stoked its way up my prick. I bucked against her.Smiling, she said, “Feel goo...?”“Oh, God yes, it feels wonderful.”“Mmm," she murmured.She let go. I gasped in disappointment, but her eyes never left mine as she poured a small amount of baby oil on to her hands.Again, she leaned forwards. No pretence this time, she gave me the most wonderful view down her blouse. I ached to touch her, to fondle those gorgeous breasts. I. In short ladies, I was a complete shit - I knew it, but hell with my looks, money, job and that massive cock of mine, I did not care - I didn't need to! So there we have it girls, I had no idea then that my life would change as much as it has, and that everything that I had would be lost and that I wouldn't even have myself left - but then I deserved to be taught a lesson in manners and how to treat a lady, didn't I girls?It all started one Halloween night. One of my work cronies had decided to. "Don't be rude, it's women's' underwear if youreally must know, actually I'm very jealous of your new underwear". Peter put his shoes on, "they're still wet", he said. "Well you couldtry your new ones", his mother said. "Yeh, right"; he answered, andscurried out of the door before she insisted. He arrived at work with his feet freezing, Betty went into mother mode,and told him to take his wet shoes off, his socks had got wet as well,so she told him to take those off. She took them and put. .." Just open the door, and let's get this over with."Daisy looked hurt for a moment. She then put on a smile and went to thedoor. As it swung open, two Amazonians in suits strolled in, bothlooking somber as death. Both dark haired and both with golden eyes. Itwas almost impossible to distinguish the two. So Philip mentally namedthem No. 1 and No. 2. He nodded with a smile at the new guests, andthey responded by looking even more somber."Welcome to my rented whore-shack, ladies," Philip said..