He is just a tool, but he happens to be the tool that gets to fuck and feel your inner depths. My hands reach into his pants to find his cock solid a...d begging for attention. It's just as you described, not overly large but with the right girth to stretch you. I imagine all the times he's buried this shaft inside you. I drop to my knees, freeing it from his clothing. I flick the tip with my tongue just as you described doing it. I take it into my mouth, hoping there is some reminder of. "We don't have much time, love," he whispered, pulling his hand out. I gasped--my cum was all over his hand, making it shiny and wet. I knew I had cum hard, but hadn't realized how much. He grinned at me and licked my cum off his fingers. I groaned and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. He leaned back in the seat, spreading his legs. Knowing what he wanted--and what I always crave--my little fingers went immediately to the tie of his suit. I made short work of the knots and quickly freed. I'd known Nick since the age of five. I was Best Man at their wedding for fuck's sake. I pushed her away saying, "What are you doing?"Unbuttoning my shirt she said, "You said you'd do anything." But..., I didn't mean..., I mean..., what if Nick...?"Sliding her hand inside my shirt she pinched my nipple and said, "He rang me from Manchester an hour ago. He's not going to burst through the door. It's just you and me and no-one need ever know."I knew it was so wrong but the devil on my shoulder. Some of the medications he was taking set him a little off and his arm was numb from lying on it so his hand wouldn’t work. His other arm was almost mended but it was still in a steel armature so he couldn’t use it. I gave him the choice of sitting on the pot and pissing like a woman or standing up over it and pissing like a man while I held it for him. He was in such a quandary for a few seconds that he couldn’t piss. I started laughing at the absurdity of the situation, then he began to.