Only right now was not the time for a flea to move wrong. With two kidnapped American women upstairs and the two Uruguayans with their suitcase full o... merchandise in the other room, police interference was not desirable.Manuel shrugged into his charro jacket and looked at himself critically in the mirror, admiring his clean profile and classical Roman nose. It had done very well for him in the past-- captivating the ladies.He smiled and the image in the glass smiled back, showing lustrous. I had to have my fill before I got home, so I asked my friend if I could suck one off. She said "yea you can but in return I want to get your uncle to fuck me." I didn't want to agree but I wanted some hot cum so bad so I agreed. My friend told me to wait in her room while she brought the lad up but when the door opens both was there. She said "I asked who wants a blow job from you and the both said yes."I wasn't sure at first but the cravings got the best of my and before I was on my knees. But look, I am not like Walk. I like for my dick to be savored” He then pulled my hand to his dick and placed it in my palm. I thought to myself to pull it away but my mind and hand take over common sense. I hand to stroke his big dick, feeling warm and smooth but it was hard as a rock. Every time my hand felt that veins in his dick it felt like it was helping a song for me to drop to my knees and give my mouth what it wants. As I was stroking his dick I heard him say “Yeah, just like that. But the brushes kept happening and the rubbing of my glutes crept deeper towards my crack. I found myself enjoying it, the thrill of being touched whilst my wife was laying just feet away from me was starting to make me hard. I shifted slightly to open my legs a little. The masseuse became even bolder with her strokes - they were beginning to feel more than accidental brushes, her fingers seemed to linger on my balls.My heart skipped a beat. The masseuses had asked us both to flip over. My cock.