He would have his own room at my house and the use of one of my cars. Oliver started smiling even before I finished. He stood and offered his hand. ...I shook it, remarking how soft and wonderful it felt in my hand. “Thank you, sir” he said politely.Over the weekend, Oliver moved in. Oliver really impressed me. He worked hard and followed up. Every task I gave him was done correctly. I liked him. I told him he was doing a great job. He beamed with happiness.That all seemed to change when. My name is Lucielle. You are here because a gentleman asked us to set up a session for the two of you. He has chosen a series of outfits that he would like you to try on. If you wish, you may choose 3 ensembles to take home with each of you. Anything you see or wear is yours for the asking. This is all taken care of, there is no charge. The only requirement of you is to enjoy yourselves.’ Pouring herself a glass of blackberry wine (he MUST have briefed them on everything!), she looks at the. Shirley broke from the kiss and moved to Anna’s neck and ear lobe. As she planted very soft kisses all over my wife’s neck she began to unbutton her dress. My cock became hard as each button undone revealed more of her flesh that Shirley began feasting on. As I released the throbbing cock from within my trousers I noticed Mike had also taken his cock out and was slowly wanking. Shirley had managed to undo all the buttons on Anna’s dress without fully exposing what was underneath. Once the last. "Come on. My pussy wants your sausage. Now." But... the spatula?" You can get both in there. Call it added sensation."He thought for a moment. Then he moved forward. It was highly undignified, he thought to himself, but then concentration banished all embarassment as he maneuvered himself to her tight hole. He clumsily straddled the end of the spatula, so his balls were flopped over it, and the wider end cupped his white ass. There was enough pussy dribble that he could easily slip inside,.