‘My god, Mitch. You’re a real sex machine. But we have to go back to work.’ Rachel stood matter of factly brushing her knees off. I took her han... as she skipped out of the park. As our office tower came in sight, however, she released me and bounced ahead, returning to work separately. I made a point of avoiding Rachel the rest of the day, catching up on calls I had missed during our extended absence. I was energized by the encounter and had a spectacularly successful day of peddling stocks to. However, there were some things that had to change. Living with Clare was not working out. From my side it was always two friends sharing a house and sometimes a bed. From Clare's side of things I thought I saw a change. She had started to ask me to accompany her to social engagements where I would be introduced as her partner or her toy boy. Even when I slept in my own bed I frequently wake up to find her kneeling at the side of my bed with her head bobbing up and down on my morning glory. One. They were covered in a silk and lace casing and try as I might I couldn't move myself...I reached down and touched my long cylinder like body and immediately found myself unable to control the orgasm that followed...then the thoughts began again...oh...to be inside my lovers body...to give myself totally to her...thrusting deep into her...again and again...It was all I could think about...I found my gaze moving to the floor where I saw the silky green lace bra lying...my fear grew immediately. I took his glans in between my lips and he said “Hold on” as he slipped his boxers down. I kneeled before him admiring his thin, hard body, dark skin, thick black and gray body hair and his medium thick 8 inch cock as it stood at attention before me. Before I knew it his glans was down my throat and I went to work. He was rock hard and said “I am not too sure how long I can hold out. Loaded for bear for three days and no time to jack off.” I lightened up on him a bit in the hopes of giving him.