Amaya hoped she teased him as much as his games teased her.She returned to stroking Rick and she enjoyed the feeling of flesh back in her hand. Amaya ...ould get used to this. Her old boyfriend used to ask for handjobs, but as they moved on to outright sex, there was little need for her hands. It was a shame. Amaya liked the way she held a man’s attention she had him by the cock. She also liked touching and feeling the cock, something you can’t do as minutely when it is being rammed inside. Since Kyra and I had first begun having sex, I had learned how to push all the right buttons. I knew exactly what to do to bring her to the most shattering, mind-numbing climaxes imaginable. She avowed it was like making love with another woman. That it was a man who made slow, soft, considerate, gentle love with such depth of emotion - like a woman - made it even better in her mind. She returned the favor, fellating me to levels of orgasmic bliss I never knew existed.My love was nothing if not. I nervously wrapped my fingers around it and pulled his foreskin back. His helmet was wet too. I looked at him curiously."See, it's natural and it's not piss!" he smiled. "Now lay back and let me show you what a hand can do". I did as he said. His fingers ran over my cock which was throbbing like mad. His large hand made my prick seem even smaller, but he was encouraging "Nice size cock for a lad" he said.He gripped my cock lightly and started to wank me with one hand whilst he did the same to. Holding it up right in front of Harold, she said to me,"Here's your lingerie. Now, take these and get dressed. I expect tosee you in the kitchen in ten minutes or else."With those final words she turned and walked out the door past Harold.Embarrassed I picked up my lingerie and uniform and walked by Haroldto get into my bathroom."Oh well, I'm glad to see my little talk with you this morning hadsuch an effect on you. So nice to see you exert such manliness. Ittakes a real man to get spanked.