Been used as a table, a footstool, and a masseuse. I hear the man come in, and drop the key. He takes his shoes off. I hear him open up the closet doo... and deposit his suit jacket. More often than not, the men who visit me wear suits. They generally come before work or during their lunch hours. Sometimes they come in the middle of the day. Nobody comes at night. At night, my mistress tells me, all these men are with their wives. The man’s footsteps are heavy. Perhaps he is old, and weighted. And I have a cane at home," answered Richard.John's cock, already stiff at the prospect of a weekend of sex, hardened further as he replied, "You want me to cane you?" Please dear boy, I would love you to," responded Richard."Well obviously I have not caned a man before but yes, why not?" beamed John.Whilst they had been talking all of the others from the course had left the room so, realising that they were alone, the two men kissed and were soon on the road towards Richard's house with John. When the girl turned I recognized Julie, a girl who had been in my English Literature class last year. She was drop dead good looking, but always had her nose in the air. She seemed to think she was above everybody else. I never dreamed I would ever see her naked. Maybe I could have some fun with her now."Julie! Do you remember me? I was the guy from English Lit class last year you wouldn't go out with. Apparently your circumstances are quite different now! I would like to hear how you wound up. My enjoyment was clearly not necessary to facilitate his. In fact, if anything, I detected that quite the opposite would be true.My bum-hole proved simply too tight for a large-scale assault like this, and try as he might there was just no way his thumb or even tongue was going in. I’d been married for ten years and never had anything so intimate tried on me, yet here was this stranger doing exactly that! He seemed grumpily reticent about giving up so quickly, but with another dismissive shrug.