My office ends at 2 pm and I returned home at 2:30 pm. On the next day, after taking lunch, at about 5 pm I climbed upstairs for the first time of my ...esiding at that building and rang the doorbell. After 2 minutes the door opened, Nilima Boudi was standing at the door, seeing me she smiled and invited me to enter. I entered into the room and she again locked the door. She just finished her bath, her head was covered with a towel and her face looked like wet Jasmine flower. I admired at her and. Odd. Very few older women, very few rings on fingers. A couple of the women gave me an appraising — and dismissive — glance before turning their attentions back to the assembled men while I wandered around in a fog, and then ‘Ted’ found me. ‘Ted Sunderland,’ he said, holding out his hand. ‘I’ve got to introduce you ’round the place. What’s your story?’ ‘Lloyd Jones,’ I said. ‘Architect, Chicago, on the run.’ His left eyebrow shot up quizzically: ‘Really? Smashing! What or who on earth from?’. They all accepted that cock and didnt try to expell , gag , shy away or show any sign of that cock not being welcome..he even released his hands from behind my head knowing they werent needed.. i simply looked up at his hooded face , and without speaking i said to him with my eyes..'Oh my fucking god , you are the Daddy' he definitely got the idea of what i was saying as he gave an agreeing nod of the head as i calmly remained wrapped around his meat from my nose to my lower throat.. it had. Each of them is fondling me still, unable to get enough of me. They keep me turned on; ready to go again when they are ready. I can’t help but giggle to myself, thinking it wouldn't take much. I don’t stop them though; I don’t get this kind of attention at home. We joke, and talk like we do when we’re online. I’m amused two men can lie in the same bed, naked and not mind it. It turns me on, but amuses me at the same time. They both made it clear neither had a thing for men, but didn't care.