He got hard quite quickly and was puffing and groaning long before I made him cum after a few minutes. I had brought some squirty cream which I spraye... onto his cock and I gave him a nice blow job on his bellend. I’m not sure if the cream really worked but anyway he came and creamed his cock onto his body. He did at least have a good load of cum for me and I took some photos of me wanking him and as he was cumming.I then laid back and let him wank my cock. I said I was ok if he wanted to suck. Sally started off by playing with my balls and cock very gently. She finally started to stroke me. She was obviously watching the clock, which I couldn't see, waiting until 20 minutes had gone by. She was playing with my cock and I was very close to cumming when she said, "Time's up!" She had not had to take a break. The 'treatment' had felt wonderful and I hadn't wanted her to stop. Sure I wanted to cum, but it wasn't that bad. And I knew it was for a good reason.That was it for the night. She. We sat at the dining table, and she averted her gaze from my own, as if I were some frightful Basilisk, a snake that would turn her very essence to stone. In some respects that was entirely true, given how uneasy she seemed. It pained me immeasurably to see her so agitated. Finally, she broke the silence. “Tony…” she began. I glanced at her impassively, fearful that were I to speak, I would interrupt the incantation, and distract her from the obvious effort it was taking for her to even speak.. He held the top of my head and I went down on his shaft. I licked good and long and he couldn’t stop moaning. His friend took close ups of my mouth deepthroating the blonde’s shaft and my tongue curling around his tight balls.“You are a natural, boy…I bet that lame girlfriend of yours isn’t half as good…”I think he was right. Fear had beaten my disgust and I didn’t mind the taste and smell. I got used to them and gave him head like I was used to having a cock in my mouth. I was licking his.