When the tip of my tongue touched the lycra of his blue speedo, The Landlord’s cock flinched.Then I got to work.I worked his cock through the speedo...material for a while and his cock got harder, and harder.It was too much for The Landlord, he reached down, undid the drawstring of his speedo and flopped his cock out and pulled the speedo waist band below his balls. I went to work on his cut cock. He was completely shaved which is what I love and I just went to town sucking his cock like it was. About 6:00 PM the turnkey delivered a bowl of miserable looking gruel and a cup of foul smelling water. He had to wake me when he came in, and one of the first things he said was, “Where did that fine mattress come from?”My answer was semi-truthful. “I don’t know. It was here when I needed it, and I don’t know where it came from.” The turnkey went out mumbling to himself. I don’t know if he reported the mattress to anybody—probably not. I’ll bet he planned to steal it for himself as soon as I. Daddy glances down and see that 5 pairs of knees are spread hopefully, soft bare clefts showing just a hint of curious clit peeking out shyly in arousal, 5 smooth round bottoms lifted, and 5 sets of breasts ranging from firm swelling pads of fat to large, heavy swaying, all sporting rigid nipples darkening with desire. Two of the sluts give in to their need for contact and lightly brush their sensitive nipples against the sheet on the bed, thrilling to the sensation that travels like a spark. "But wouldn't you rather stay here for a while?" he then asked with a cheeky wink. "I can tell you liked what you saw. You've not taken your eyes off my cock. Why don't you help me clean up?" and he pointed to the box of tissues next to me. I'd never seen someone so open about their body, or even had a guy masturbating in front of me. I’ve had a couple of serious boyfriends, but this was the moment when I realised I was not as experienced in the bedroom as I had thought. I passed him the box..