"He'll find you kids all right. And don't go making any slurring remarks about Art. He's a darned good husband," she pouted, her lips in a tight line ...s she glared back at her young captor."Listen, by the time he finds you, the marijuana is gonna be hidden away, tighter'n a drum. He'll never find it."The room was silent, except for a mouse scratching its way free of a rumple of newspaper, yellow and water smeared. Mark and Robert stared at each other, waiting, wondering who would be the victor. It doesn't take long before I can feel myself almost falling asleep. Before I drift all the way off, I feel a bit of warm oil being poured on my back, followed by a pair of hands smoothing it over my skin. Their fingers pressing and kneading into the muscles of my back. It is a little weird that there is no introduction, but with me being sleepy and the massage being so relaxing, I don't care enough to say anything. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of their hands, the scent of the oil, and. He was fixated on my cock. I wasn't the only one to notice. Lorraine looked over at him - he was oblivious - and then looked back at me and smiled. Then she slowly started to jerk me off with one and and rub my balls with the other, sliding a finger over my asshole. James was stroking his cock faster now. Lorraine told him to slow down, that she didn't want him to cum yet. Then she told him to join us on the bed. James looked puzzled, but obeyed his wife. Lorraine instructed James to massage my. "She saw the look on my face. "My husband got me into seeing him on weekends when he's not home."She saw that this needed far more of an explanation. "My husband likes to spend some weekends with guys at the lake . They fish, hunt, talk business, and stuff." I'm invited, but it's totally a guy-thing so my husband introduced me to Jerold, a black guy he works with, who my husband noticed had kind of a thing for me.My husband had seen him in the shower and I guess he thought this guy would do it.