He thought he'd relieved it multiple times... But now they had to go to work. Stan got up, grabbed the bowls, cups and cutlery and quickly washed them...up. With two women to please, he'd quickly found that keeping the place tidy was preferable to having both of the women in his life jabbering at his ear. Denise wiped them dry and Stan put them away. He turned to see Denise regarding him with a smile, then she leaned in and gave him a kiss."Good boy," she told him. Stan grinned back."So," she. She put on a pair of gloves, “No worries, these are latex-free. I just need to examine your junk.”I laughed. I appreciated her bluntness and the whole informal way she was going about this, putting me at ease as best she could.Her delicate fingers went to work as she gripped my penis with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. I thought for a moment that I was going to have a full-blown erection. But she stopped touching me before that could happen.“Everything feels normal. I reviewed. It felt so good. I bucked my hips and started to moan around the ball gag. Then I had an orgasm and I was pushing my hips into that cock, trying to get as much as he could give me. "Oh shit, Finally," I mumbled through the gag as I came again. Fuck he had me bucking and arching my back like a cock starved whore. It was wonderful Finally, I was on my third, or fourth orgasm and he swelled and shot a load into me. Damn, I loved his cock. I hoped he'd spend the rest of the afternoon fucking me but. Anne looked stunned by my response."It happens!" I asserted. "Sure, I thought trial-and-error was a tried- and-true form of learning but this'll make the third time this week. She insists on using a grown-up glass too wide for her hand, she insists on pouring it so full the meniscus is floating above the actual rim, she insists on not sitting at a table, she insists on holding the glass in one hand while she uses the other for play. And she insistently--I mean consistently--spills on herself..