Jennifer stretched her legs and wiggled her bare feet with a sign of pleasure.Frank found both the sigh and the legs distracting. Dressed in an old pa...r of shorts, Jennifer's legs seemed even longer than they had been in the short black cocktail dress she wore earlier.To his relief, Jennifer sat straight behind the kitchen table, hiding most of her legs. "Family council," she said.Frank straightened in his chair. He felt a slight apprehension, and wondered if they should postpone whatever it. “Yer look a little tense,” Tex said glancing at Sam, after Tex had completed his task.“Really…?” Sam replied, somewhat bewildered.“Yeah, I’ve never seen anyone ever visiting you,” Tex stated, matter-of-factly.Before Sam could respond, Tex persevered, “Pardon my crudeness, but yer looks like yer in need of a good service.”Sam’s flabbergasted demeanour now spurred Tex on even further. “Yer can always tell a gay guy that’s being well serviced from one who ain’t… because they are far less uptight. I tend to get a lot of repeat customers that way. I've even had an invitation or two given to me by my more satisfied customers thanks to my proficient cock sucking abilities. Charles doesn't mind when I go away for an occasional weekend with some rich client just as long as I come home to his bed and his small but skilled cock. And why on earth would he mind? My husband is not just my lover but he is my best friend. He knows I have urges and he let's me explore them. He also brings me to. That’s his dick hanging there! she thought to herself inwonderment.She let her hand brush there again, by accident, as shesewed. She felt guilty and shameless. That was his bell-clapperhanging down his trouser leg, alright. Oh, her pussyneeded a dick so! She could smell his sweaty, manlysmell. Her face was inches from his crotch. She bit herupper lip, frustrated. So close!She looked him in the eye, just to prove that she could.“I’m not hurting you, am I? I haven’t.