Ich werde auf einen Holzstuhl gedr?ckt und meine Augenbinde und der Knebel werden mir abgenommen. Es ist eine Art Verh?rzimmer. Die W?nde sind geweiss... und kahl, in der Mitte steht ein Holztisch mit einem Stuhl, auf dem ich sitze. Der Raum ist angenehm geheizt f?r meine Nacktheit. Der Betonboden strahlt eine wohlige W?rme aus. Eine Wand ist komplett aus verspiegeltem Glas, vom Boden bis zur Decke. Davor liegt eine dreckige unbezogene Matratze. Sonst ist nichts weiter im Raum, ausser nat?rlich. I remember the last question I was asked, just before Nina returned. Walter had asked me, "What was the difference in my behavior and that of a girl I called promiscuous?" I didn't have the opportunity to answer because Nina saved the day, or night, for me, by returning home.I lay in bed thinking about Walter's question and I didn't see any comparison, at first. Nina had admitted being promiscuous before I came into her life, but she had changed, for the better in my opinion. I viewed my. He slid his hand beneath it, and lifted it, liking the way the weight of his cock felt in his hand. "Better stop this before there's no turning back", he thought to himself.Letting go of his cock, he walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer and took out a jock strap. Steve always wore one when he worked out, and to be honest, he liked the feel and the way it looked, encasing his cock. Today, the jock had a bulge larger than usual because of his recounting of the night with Laurie and Mike.. No ring; I had never asked if Vincent was married.In an instant, a grunt, and Vincent took to his knees. The roughness of his hand was replaced by the smooth sensation of his lips over my shaft. His wet tongue made a soft bed for my hardening cock, then wiggled its way to the tip, tracing the bumps near the slit slowly, then quickly, then changing speeds again. I jerked ever so slightly with the trace of his finger across my tightening balls, then through the opening in my pants to where my.