I've seen the little signs a hundred times. An odd scratch across his back. The smell of feminine perfume on his soiled shirt. The redness on his knee... and elbows that isn't from crawling around some hotel carpet looking for a contact lens. Once he even had a chafed area of friction burn along the base of his cock. The bitch could have at least shaved a little closer. Yes I know of his frequent encounters. It's never really mattered though, and I've never broached the subject with him. I know. I then turn to face the girl, but she is no longer looking in my eyes. Her bubbly expression has all but vanished, now replaced by a quiet focus and determination, her stare never diverting from the dangling flesh between my thighs.She slowly walks toward me, her hips gyrating with every prolonged step, until her knees face my waist. Her eyes remain fixated on one thing with not even so much of a blink as she lowers herself to her knees in front of me. Once kneeling on the floor, she adjusts. I was slightly agitated, and I looked at my wrist watch. I think he took it the wrong way, as if I was tired of him, 'I'll wait outside', he said.He went out as the other master came back from his smoke, 'How is it', he asked cheerfully?'Apart from the noise, it appears OK', I said, and he just shook his head. 'Listen', I added, 'can you handle this from here, I really need to get going'?He was very amiable about me heading off, 'Making hubbies dinner tonight', he asked me?I told him my husband. “Taste them.” My breath caught; she understood my need perfectly. Holding them to my mouth, I touched my tongue to the very center of the material. The overriding taste was one of salt and I delighted in knowing that they were Amber’s most intimate flavors…sex juices, sweat, maybe even urine. “Come-on, you can do better than that.” Amber touched her fingers to the black silk and pushed, forcing them into my mouth.I lay there with my eyes closed, stroking my cock to the picture of Amber standing.