As I left her dressing room I was approached by one of the bodyguards and ordered to follow him to a room at the end of the hallway. With little cerem...ny I was shoved inside and told to sit down in a chair fronting a desk behind which a man sat. ‘Senor Ortiz, your recorder if you please.’ I took it out of my pocket and passed it over. He pressed the ‘play’ button and listened to the whole interview, rewound it and played it until he came to the place where I had switched it off. ‘There is a gap. Even in this state I couldn’t rival his cock in repose.I reached across and touched it, waiting for his reaction. In those next few seconds I might’ve become pulp, but as I said, I felt lucky. He didn’t flinch. I curled my fingers around his girth and felt the weight of it – just perfect.I put my hand in front of his cock and let him soak me, and then I brought it up to my mouth and tasted. Nice and salty. My cock bobbed and strained painfully at the leash, my stream, now hardly a stream at. But I want to see you do some more stuff first.” She whimpered again but stopped advancing, accepted a tender kiss from Mike that left her tongue still hanging out of her mouth as he drew back. “I want to see her suck your cock,” he said, turning back to Kevin. “She’s fucking starving for it. Will you help her out?” Kevin just stood there gripping the crotch of his pants with his whole hand, rubbing slowly up and down. “You want to taste me again, honey?” he asked his wife softly. . But I never used to reply.One day she asked me why I don’t reply to any of the text and the conversation started. We were talking for a few minutes. Then I had to leave and so I left. The next day, she again sent me a forward message. I saw that message immediately but didn’t reply. So she texted me and the convo went like.She: Hi!Me: Hi!She: Sir seems to be a busy man, won’t text us?Me: No aunty nothing like that. I don’t usually chat.She: Why you’ll just stare at people, but not talk to.