"Not that I would want to stop you," he added when her expression turned to a faux scowl. She grinned at him knowingly.He sighed as the muscles of his...back, formerly the texture of some kind of gnarled wood, began to soften and move more like a stiff kind of putty. The only sound present for a few minutes were the brief rustling of branches from a nearby tree and the drone and cascade of the hot tub itself. Somewhere above them a jet was cruising across the otherwise empty sky, its lights. Yes, hubby was still at his job, a good 30 miles from here. This was the sort of restaurant where they offered tastings and a prix fixe menu. Graham could afford it. That was one of the attractions.“Sir, you need a jacket and tie!” I looked up and if I had already eaten, I would have lost my lunch. I quickly pulled my hand from Graham’ss as my son sauntered passed the maître de and towards our table.“Andrew, this is Mr. Salling. Why aren’t you... ?”“Had to go to the zoo. I was interviewing the. I bite my lip briefly before whispering, “No Master.” He lets go of my head and leans back. “SUCK IT!” His whispered demand spurs me into action. I put my hands on my knees and grip them tightly as I lean forward. Once again, my mouth is on him. I feel him watching as my head bobs up and down his length. He’s trained me in properly giving him a blow job. I can take his entire length and not gag. If I gag he gets very very angry. I spend a good thirty minutes servicing him. My jaws ache, my back. She burst out Laughing “And no, I’m not on a pole before you say it”Izzy placed the fork and its contents in her mouth. “How are you getting there? What time do you start?”“Seven. One of the girls, Mary or something, is picking me up.”Izzy checked the time. “That doesn’t give us much time...”“Time for what?”“Time for you to drag me into the bedroom and fuck my brains out...” There was a moment of pause as he wondered if she was joking. There was an impish glint in her eye and he quickly stood..