He smiled at the realization that she just hit the ball into his court, and he decided to play it well. "Well Paul, you're quite good at this massage ...hing so why don't you dothe honors... all for one and one for all remember". Miguel said. "What, right now?" Paul asked taken completely by surprise. "Why the hell not? I've got all kinds of oils and lotions in my bedroom. We could even improvise a massage table in there. Besides like Miguel said, you're the expert, right?" She said her tone. " Is that it, you don't want food or a drink, or anything?"She shook her head, and I resumed, just hard enough to make her squeal not enough to break the skin, the black leather criss crossing her back and buttocks leaving the red marks like a checker board, neat and regular.Her squeals now echoed through my basement, I paused again, my shirt was soaked with perspiration, I ripped it off and threw it in the corner of the room."Yes, you wanted to say something?" I asked, as she stared at me.She. In case you’re not that familiar with the term “cuckold”, I’ll explain it to you." "Technically speaking, a cuckold is simply a man with an unfaithful wife, but the porn sites extend the definition to those men who enjoy seeing or at least knowing that their wives are fucking other men, and many actively participated in their seduction. Many of those men also have bisexual tendencies, and actually end up sucking the cocks of the men who are fucking their wives. We could search for a cuckold. I can feel you tighten around my tongue. I push a little harder, but it’s as deep as I can go, your body shudders uncontrollably. “More I want more,” you whisper breathlessly. Your face is flushed; your eyes have glazed over slightly. In one swift movement I spin you over onto your back, your erect nipples jut proudly from your firm and perfectly rounded breasts. I run my fingers up the inside of your soft silky thighs, stopping at your swollen lips spreading them apart slowly. I rubbed.