You will have to imagine this is not quite our world.*From the man's POV*My head is feeling groggy. I've been dreaming of home, of sticking my dick in...my wife's obedient mouth the second I get home from work, of strapping her to my crotch at the weekend, my favourite thing. Instead I've been forced to be in a bed at a private hospital for weeks. Bloody wife. I prefer her to do what I want her to do.There's nothing like a woman with carpet burns on her knees, shuffling around, accommodating your. He was impressed and took little time getting his cock into my mouth. We moved to the bed and it became clear to me why girls wear hair ties to bed. The wig kept getting in my eyes and mouth every time I put his cock in my mouth. So it was time to ditch the wig :(, but I had my mind on dick and was not going to be stopped.He suck me, I sucked him, he rimmed me for a while (ooooo he is good at that), and I pulled out my but plug. It is black silicon with a pretty purple gem in the end. I lubed. I tell him about my own career, as a professional get-byer. I have no idea what I really want to do, so I get by by just being really good at whatever it is that’s in front of me. He laughs. He smells good. I order another drink as he continues talking about what else he’s been up to since high school. I can feel Christian’s eyes on me as I continue to laugh and flirt, continue to let Matt put his hand on my arm, my leg. He talks about an upcoming trip to Spain and how he’s considering tagging. She read my previous story and decided to mail me. We introduced each other and started to talk about normal things. She wasn’t sure how to express her feelings about sex and also doesn’t trust me yet. So I also didn’t rush into the topic and take it slow. She was responding to me nicely every time, and we quickly switch to hangout calls. I will paste the conversation over here.She: Hi.Me: Hello!She: Stark, right? I read your story on ISS. Is that you only?Me: Haha, yes, it’s 100% Me!She: Okay,.