“I think that is the end of your session gentlemen,” Miss Jones explained as she stood up, “Would you care to return to the building, choose a g...rl for a private session perhaps?” she suggested, “Change your trousers perhaps?” she observed as she saw the tell tale dampness in the crotch area which showed they had all cum in their pants.“Thank you,” they agreed and each bowed to Miss Jones before walking away towards the main building.She watched them go. Miss Jones undid the bit in Janet’s. Do you sissy?"I gulped. I had fantasied about sucking a mans cock but never thought Iwould ever be doing it for real. I was not sure if I wanted to. It alsofelt like I would be cheating on my wife."Cat got your tongue Davina" he inquired"No Masters....Yes...Yes I am a sissy who likes to suck cocks" I answered"Good! Now crawl between my legs and take off my shoes and socks" heordered.As I was doing this he was taking off his t-shirt. I looked up andnoticed his washboard stomach. He caught me. "Do you understand, Sam?" asked Martin."I think so," I said. "You want to catch this mob boss, Stan's a really bad guy, so you want me to film him but to do that I have to stand around bored just with the hope he might say something that you can use to put him in jail."Dennison said, "I wouldn't paraphrase it that way." But it's what you basically said."I looked at Martin. She had the decency to shrug and confirm I was correct.Dennison said, "We've explained all the reasons he needs to be put. I forget the people as my tall and lean bikini clad body is caressed by the sun. I grab the suntan oil that was laying right beside me, and shake the bottle. Here baby, let me do this. Cade, my boyfriend, gently takes the bottle out of my hand and pours a dab of oil into his large masculine hands. His hands find their way onto my shoulders and down my back, massaging the oil deep into my skin. Mhmm… Babe that feels amazing. I moaned in pleasure. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what his hands were.