.. I... I'm feeling sick...sick to my stomach and I... I'm sorry... but if you make me do this againright now, I might... I might just throw up and ge... sick... please...please let me rest... just... just for a moment... I... I'm beggingyou... please... let me jack You off"... and you can't believe just howlow you've already sunk, and in so short a time, actually begging a Man,and a black Man at that, to allow you to jerk Him off with your own hand.But, you're seeing, too, that your words are. .. well trained, years of experience, able to be rough or gentle as the situation calls for, and very much an expert in knowing what my cock likes. I was just about to shake my prick like the end of my pretend piss, when I heard the john door.Now, when you're in a public john like this one, even the straights who are at the urinals tend to look over their shoulders, some of them really, really quick so they can pretend it didn't happen at all, to see who's comin' in. So, it wasn't any big deal. " Are you sure you want our friends knowing that you wear mine Steve? Here,let me dry you hair," she said sitting me down and sitting on my lap,unwrapping my towel.I didn't answer her question as I was pleased she had otherwise calmeddown and i shut my eyes as she dried my hair. She brushed it and it feltlike the brush got stuck as Tracey plucked and shaved my eyebrows, gentlymassaged my eyelids and cheeks and then rubbed her finger around my lips."Thank you for the massage but I am still. Cammy stepped around Kyle, took his hand and led him into the room towards an overstuffed chair. Turning him and pushing him back until he sat down in the chair. She removed the glasses she was wearing, placed them into her purse, and set her purse on the floor beside his chair before inspecting the room. As she closed the drapes on the sitting-room windows, Kyle finally found his voice.“Cammy, this isn’t my room, and unless you are actually Bubbles, I don’t think you should be here.”Cammy.