Since I am right handed, using my left hand seems awkward, so I repeat fondling his cock and nuts with my right hand and stroke his cock."You can do b...tter than that" he says. "I came here today for a blow job, not a hand job." I get on my knees, lean over the tranny hump and get my face down into his crotch. With my right hand lifting up his cock, I lick his smooth nutsack and suck on his nuts one at a time. My right hand can feel his cock expanding. I start licking up and down his shaft. Then. Mike then asked if I would be interested in letting him suck my cock. i wasn't ready for this(yet in my life), but said that he could feel my cum if he wanted instead. He seemed eager. Mike and i lathered our cocks up and started stroking like mad. His cock looked so hot all throbbing and red. Mike brought himself up to near climax and stopped. I will never forget this (and is where I learned to edge), a little bit of cum appeared at the head of his cock - it was beautiful. Mike then reached. Warm energy moved down my body, bringing with it a languid relaxation akin to sleep. I felt very heavy and drowsy, as the golden threads of revolving light wound down my torso to the Bunyanesque egg on its lower half. Like fingers, the cords moved in undulating waves, contracting the muscles and drawing the puckered door of my cervix open. I breathed slowly, closing my eyes and letting go completely, giving the sentry at the door of the womb leave of duty, asking the red carpet to roll out,. When I arrived at the office, I found the processing lads gathered having their teas and coffees and engaged in their usual banter and consumption of the tabloid media. We discussed how things were working and all seemed to be good as regards the new processing methodologies and there was a general air that the changes were positive in that processes were batched so meant that they were completed sooner and with reduced risk of problems as had been shown from the first 4 days. There was also a.