As she did this, for a split second I felt her breath on my shaved balls. I stepped out of my undies and stood erect and naked from the waist down in ...ront of my “Call Girl” wife.She stroked my stomach and looked up into my eyes, “My, your cock is almost ready to burst, we can’t have it spurting at me yet can we?” She cupped my balls in her left hand, and as she did this she reached around and picked up the half full glass of Shiraz, and put it to her lips. She took a sip as she squeezed my. NO, I CAN'T! That would be wrong. I endured hell at the end of a horrible night just so I can proudly say that I kept my date safe from molestation and no way was I going to tarnish all of that myself through an act of stupidity. Now that I think about it, why did people like this girl? At this moment, I'm looking beyond the physical attraction. Here is a girl, drunk and high off her mind, smelling like the worst underground parking lot where homeless people urinate on a regular basis and. .After a while I remember her making noises and shaking a little.... After this she informed me it was my turn now and that I was to lay down... So I did... Sonya knelt in front of me, leant forward and licked my tiny penis... She sucked me in her mouth easily sucking me back and forth... Lifting my legs up, she licked my tiny testicles and ran her tongue down and flicked it around my freshly bathed ass hole... The whole time she was looking up at me to see my reaction.. even at 8 that felt. Making my way to the bathroom I turned the dimmer lights to low and walked into the huge shower. Turning it on to steaming hot I sank to the floor and let the erotic scent of sex wash off of me from the two big rain heads. It felt so good, so alive yet relaxed to just sit there and let the evenings debauch activities wash away. I lay down on the stone floor now that the water had heated the tiles, slowly drifting, my head lolling from side to side.I heard giggles and opened my eyes to see two.