Working in sufficiently satisfying massages withoutdelaying dinner required some effort and planning.On work days, Tom still wore his feminine lingeri... under his ownclothes. On these days he now had to do all the food shopping whichalso required more planning.One of Tom's days at home had been pretty typical. He got up at 5:30started the coffee then showered and shaved, including his body belowthe neck, then dressed for the day. Over his chastity belt, which hadnot been off for more than. I told him I’d never sucked a black guy’s cock before and I have actually wanted to suck his cock from the first day I saw it. I asked him if I could suck his cock and he said for me to go ahead and go for it.I got between his legs as he sat on the couch and wrapped my hand around it. It wasn’t super thick; I was able to wrap my hand around it, but it was so long there was still another four inches at least sticking up past my hand. When I put my hand on my dick only the head is still. "Curled up on passenger seat of my car and seeing Sid driving the car, reminds me of some long forgotten memories. I'm really tired. I'm already feeling sleepy. I guess I'm drifting... into... sleep.... ------------------------------What's this.... sound? What happened? And this... Smell? It's... Butter!? Wait!! I'm in my... Room!? Yea.. Right... I fell asleep in the car. So did he get me here? But how did he? Rushing to the kitchen, and there he is. What's on the gas? Is he cooking something?. ” She said, her warm fingers plunging beneath the waist of Mike’s sweatpants.“You’re so weird, fucking stop!” Mike gasped, flushing as Chloe ground her body against his back, her hot breath tickling the back of his neck.“You don’t like this?” She she asked, feining a pout.“N-no!’ Mike stammered, trying to squirm away from her. “Then why is THIS so hard?” She asked, her petite hands clutching Mike’s very stiff cock as she softly tugged on it, her warm fingers pulling a ragged moan from Mike’s.