‘Look, buy me lunch and drop fifteen percent off your commission and I’ll five you some tips,’ smiled Benni. ‘Lunch and ten percent.’ ‘Wro...g, that makes you look cheap – you should have said let’s split lunch and toss a coin over the request for a reduction in commission. That would have left me knowing I’m not having to pay for your lunch and thinking I’ll probably win the toss.’ ‘Wow, good thinking. Okay, you’re on.’ Over lunch Trish Johnstone was amazed how much Benni knew about marketing. He gave a couple of rapid strokes to milk every drop of spunk from my balls then left me gasping while he undressed. Of course I was Now losing interest in sex and I looked down at my cum covered stomach and softening dick and wondered what I got myself into. Even if I told him to untie me he wouldn't because we already discussed it and I told him that no matter how much I pleaded he wasn't to Release Me. When he was naked he came and knelt beside me, his cock already semi hard and bouncing.. No matter how hard I tried, the difficulties of her orgasm was getting worst and worst, she admitted to me that in her previous relationships it was the same, that no man was able to continue satisfy her as the relationship matured. With those comments that’ s when my mission began, I set on the quest to become an expert in satisfying the woman I was planning to be with, for the rest of my life. It all began with romance and sharing fantasies, reviewing previous experiences and applying. All of it the scandalous sign of pure sex and satisfaction. And that is what he came for.Her body swayed with the music, the tempo sexual and intoxicating. Her arms flew above her and suddenly two arms engulfed her. She smirked as she pressed her firm buttom against the body. Male. Hard, muscled, male. He instantly was aroused, his cock pressing against leather pants and satin gown. Her breath caught as he pulled her closer, their bodies meshing on the dance floor. He ran his hand in the slit.