.. and you last about two minutesbefore the price gets too high!" I didn't stand a chance, did I?" said Graeme with a rueful laugh. "Icouldn't believe...how much money was in that room - and what they wereprepared to pay for you! And when Antony casually announced that he'dtriple the next highest bid ... well, I was sure that was it." So did I," I said, wandering over to the ice bucket and pouring out twoglasses of French champagne. I handed one glass to Graeme and took theother to the window,. I began stroking his dick again and he moaned. This had me ready to explode in my pants but I was able to control myself. Mark finally shot a load into his leg and on my hand. I kept stroking him. He started to squirm and at one pint began to ask me to stop. He caught himself before the words came out. I circled the head a few more moments. Then I stopped. Neither of us said a word. I told him to stand I got up and got a towel and cleaned up his huge load. Mark then asked me if he could. His cock was a bit larger than average cock and it felt nice in my mouth, but I could not take it all. My wife continued to verbally encourage me and the guy started chiming in words of appreciation. I was enjoying it. After a little while I could feel the head of the cock begin to swell up. It felt so nice, but I realized what it meant. It meant that he was getting close to coming. I began to think what should I do? I decided that I would let him cum in my mouth, I really did not have a. “That’s always the best response for a sweet little hubby like you. You’re learning fast. Now, Damien’s not a ‘yes, dear,’ type. Maybe ‘yes, boss’ at work, but it’s clear that you’re both dramatically different types of men. What I said before is true, papi. I need both of you, both types of men. I need your soft, loving, romantic, vanilla, sometimes okay, maybe a little submissive ... but as I said before, mostly vanilla ... I need that rom-com leading man type. That’s you. You’re Ryan.