There was plenty of food and drinks in the social hour after dinner. The meal was a northeast specialty of crab cakes, lobster and steak; the traditio...al surf and turf.My guests included my mates; they arrived just before happy hour and were spending the night. Jenny and Marcy had stepped off the G5 returning from Thimble Shoals to a seat in the helicopter.As usual politics prevailed before the meal was served and after. Toasts and more toasts kept the flow of the conversations going. It was. "The touching?" It's a simple procedure, I arranged to do it in my office. I put him in a gown, and set him up on a gynecological examining table I keep there, and I fastened his wrists so he couldn't interfere or thrash about, and I strapped his legs into the stirrups and spread them wide apart. That gave me plenty of access. He looked so cute, spread out like that! So helpless! Just like a woman!"She smiled at me, and then looked away."But down there he didn't look at all like a woman. . Suddenly I could feel my nuts tightening again and knew that I wasn't going to hold out much longer but I could tell by the way she let Kyle’s dick slip from her mouth that she was close. So I desperately fought back the rising surge of cum until she stiffened up beneath me as her orgasm washed over her. The walls of her pussy seemed to be milking the cum from my balls and with a couple of more thrusts I quickly and reluctantly pulled my dick from her steamy snatch. The head just barely cleared. She could be interested in a man as hunky as Rod, but she could not be tempted.But to Barton, any decent-looking man was a rival and a stud like Rod was dangerous. Barton was painfully aware that his beautiful trophy of a wife was much closer in age to Rod--the "kid" was what Barton insisted on calling him--than she was to himself. Barton's reaction was instinctive. Confronted with any kind of a rival, Barton set out to humiliate him, to emasculate him. This kid was going to be the only person.