"Do I untie you now, Mr O'Toole?" Later my dear. I daresay Mrs Travers will see to it when she returns later. She knows about my special needs and fre...uently ministers to them - although never as deliciously as you! Thank you so much. I shall always be grateful to you!"He explained how he had for many years had a fantasy about being whipped by a naked and strong young blonde who walked into his house one night and how the previous night the yearning had become so strong that he had gone out. Roxy moved in and we got along OK. Between his studying and his part-time job in the local pizza parlor as a waitor we only saw each other for a few minutes day. After about a month and a half he lost his job as the pizza parlor cut back due to the slow economy. I told him he could stay til the end of the month but after that he would have to leave. Roxy was cool with that as he thought he could find another job. However at the end of the month Roxy was still unemployed. I was in the kitchen. Releasing into his warm eager mouth could not have felt better!Days later, I was still wrestlling with what had happened. The feelings we’re so intense. I had to admit to myself that I wanted more, that I wanted to experience them again. When I saw my Grandson’s friend walking up my drive away again, the lust fully feelings returned, even stronger. My cock ached and I knew I had to invite him inside.Things started slowly at first. I was so nervous. I let him make all the first moves, but soon. I always told Ed about them touching me and how they were kissing me when we got home. He just took it in stride, even when I told him that I was getting turned on by them and kissing them back. I think that he was secretly intimidated by those black men who were all taller and more muscular than him, and he sure didn’t want to cause a scene and lose his high-paying job.The men continued to escalate their sexual advances toward me, and their wives didn’t seem to mind. I knew they and everyone.