All the others are standing around in a semi-circle, stripped down, and pulling on their meat in virtual silence. Tommy and me just stand there watchi...g, with our jaws hanging. Cole continues with his slow methodical fuck, making his bro continue his cry's of passion. Cole grips the bar bell so hard that his muscles and shoulders start flexing up. You could see the b l o o d vessels popping up on his forearms, and on the insides of his biceps. Sweat is pouring from Cole's pits, and dropping. Sensing what she wanted, I gave a few tentative licks at her small puckered asshole and hearing her gasps and moans in response, I moved in more aggressively. There was no foul taste or odor as I might have guessed, still I couldn’t help but thinking that what I was doing was nasty. At the same time I was more turned on than any time I had gone down on a woman in the usual way.Soon she was breathing quickly, occasionally punctuated by low moans or hissing gasps. I felt a subtle rhythmic. Her studio was closed, and her boyfriend, her Dom, was sitting in a chair in the corner looking amused. "You're submissive, aren't you James?” She just came right out and said it. He was here now, no point beating around the bush, if she didn't get to the point then there was no reason to have summoned him back after hours. James was silent. "You see, I'm a bottom. But I also like to Domme men. And sitting in that chair is my Dom. And he likes to watch me dominate men.”James stood deadly still.. The sight of Roberta fills the mirror above me. There is no choice in what I watch but she is all I want to see. I see her eyes blink occasionally but as hard as I strain I can't blink or close my eyes. I want so to wink or give her some sign. Her eyes seem so full of expression. I can see her feelings for me. Am I only imagining those feelings? Can she see my feelings for her in my paralyzed face? I can only see her head and upper torso in the mirror. I can actually see very little of her, her.