Maybe it has something to do with getting older and having less energy. Whatever the reason, there are times when I am just “meh” about my life an... I kind of feel a little dead inside. Well, that night, I felt like an eight-year-old on Christmas Eve, all excited about the presents I would get the next day. I had a hard time falling asleep as all I could do was think about Jim’s cock and getting another chance to service him.I finally fell asleep and the next morning I got up and did my morning. " It was a long speech for him, not being in my short experience much of a pointless talker. He was waiting for something from me. I studied him, lots of unsaid things held back. He was clean cut, fit, professional, a few years older than me and apparently a dentist. He had been quite kind during our short contact; something which I had hoped would be the case as one result of my deceit. Guilt that I had cheated in my personal advert in the bondage magazine welled up, and this time I allowed it. "My god you are ready," he exclaimedI blushed, but it felt so good and wrong at the same time having a man gazing on my rock hard penis. I'd never been attracted to men, how was this happening? I was so aroused !!He started to stroke again. A few strokes in, he reached over for the lube and smothered it all over his dick, then carried on long lazy strokes, not really what I would have expected from someone who wanted to come for a photo but I didn't care. The camera hadn't been used in ten. . I think I might use a little more of it on her glorious tanned titties,” I faux-stated to add some confusion to the blindfolded girls’ experience.“I’m a good girl, ain’t I, Cuda?” Stephanie softly asked as she lifted her chest upward, pushing her boobs towards me.“So far, Strawberry, so far,” I replied as I squeezed the rubber bulb on the end of the strawberry oil’s dropper tube. I set that bottle of ‘Missive-Maker’ over on the nightstand and then moved the dropper over Strawberry’s left.