It had actually been more exciting with him, because I’d known what was about to happen. The next visit it was an older, thickset Japanese masseuse ...ho was waiting for me. He’d had a humongous cock. But now—well, now—the warning bells were well and truly ringing in the back of my head, telling me that I had a difficult decision to make. Matters were close to getting out of hand and if I kept this morning’s appointment at the exclusive studio, it could well be too late to put a stop to all this.. Is not so listen between the apartments otherwise. I sit down to eat in front of the TV. I had been at work that night and got off the couch, so do not know how long my boyfriend was gone. When he comes back I sit watching the news at 2 pm. He says he goes to shower before taking a nap, I watch TV a little longer. Around dinner time, I go into the bedroom to hear if I should start dinner. Just before I come in, it rings on the doorbell. I go and open.It was the new neighbor. A woman of maybe 40. “Only if they please master.” “That’s my good little slut. Your dress no longer pleases me.” He said. Without further instruction, she slid her dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet. “On your knees whore.” He instructed. “Hands behind your head, mouth open.” Like the slave slut she is, she instantly obeyed. Without further conversation, he opened his jeans, pulls out his rock hard dick and f***ed all 7 inches all the way into her throat. Master has always said that. “I just mean that...”“That what?” Sandra interrupted. “That you don’t get horny anymore? You know that I’m not going to believe that, not when I was the one who helped you pick out a vibrator last year.”Emily’s face blushed that the reminder. She had read an article in a woman’s magazine about them and decided that it might help ease her lonely nights. Not knowing the first thing about buying one, she had turned to Sandra who proved a virtual encyclopedia of knowledge on the subject.“Okay, I’ll.