I subtly opened my legs slightly to give her better access. I felt her soft fingers slide between my bum cheeks, go lower, and stroke the underside of...my balls. Just then my work mobile rang in my trouser pocket. I appoliguised to the masseuse, saying I had to take the call, and got off the table to retrieve the phone. It was the girl I had just dropped off! I checked my watch and saw she had only been gone 20 mins! Apparently the class she usually saw had gone on a field trip and she wasn’t. I heard this cuckold term. But not familiar and I came to know the full intensity of it through a few couple of readers (husband and wife). At least I encountered 7 couples who trusted me and requested me to view their live sex and give comment about their wife.I felt a bit shame and shy as traditionally we consider looking at some one’s wife as bad. However in my case, whereas the husband is voluntarily requesting for wild comment on his nude wife is something strange. It took time for me to. I timed it and found that I went two minutes without breathing, which is about twice as long as I can hold my breath when diving.I noticed one other "little thing". When I stopped breathing, my dick grew into a stick of wood. With no conscious stimulation and without touching myself in any way, my pride and joy swelled larger and larger until I wondered if it ever got that big when I was awake?Was I dreaming some good fuck scene? Was it only oxygen starvation? I had read about some guys who. I wanted to know as much as possible about the place we were headed. One could never know too much about the terrain before an action. For instance, I learned that the road to the villa wasn't private exactly, but the villa did sit at the end of the road.There had been two peasant shacks along the road once, but the occupants had moved. That had most likely been at Estavante's request or demand. The shacks were gone, so no one used the road except Estavante's thugs. All our people were going to.