My birthday was coming up and my work colleague and good friend Becs invites me to spend the weekend with her and her partner Bob. Bob is not her real...name, it's just a nickname given by Becs because as you may had worked out Becs and Bob are gay.Becs was 30 something, stunning looks, breasts to die for and we became friends at work because we got on so well, we would laugh and joke and I would even steal the occasional hug but that was as far as it went..Bob was closer to my age, late 40’s, a. Baat aaj se 4-5 saal pahle ki hai mujhe raat me 8-9 baje mere mobile me miised call aya par main call nahi kiya fir 4-5 baar calla aur aya fir me calll laga main bola – hello kon bol rahe hai aap dusre taraf se ek pyari si awaj ayi wo ek ladki thiWo boli- aap kon bol rahe hai Main bola -call to aap ki ho aap batao aap kon bol rahi hoWo boli – mujhe vishal se baat karni thiMain bola – ye kisi vishal ka no nahi haiWo boli- sorry shyad wrong no. Lag gayaMain bola- vaise aap kon bol rahi hai aur. Not only that the security guard was also a horny guy and he didn’t mind what he said the dirty sod, I was going to have him for sure. I was standing at the photocopier thinking about cock when the boss brushed up along side me and pushed his hard cock around my ass,” fuck do that,” again I said to him. “Just be patient you little slut,” he replied. Well my cock soured in to a stiffy and I became very horny, so I had to light up a ciggy. About 4pm in the afternoon I got a call and was. It was searched out and isolated in iron fingers before being kneaded into submission, and then smoothed back into my shoulder. The others followed, each in turn mercilessly subdued until, slowly but certainly, my back and shoulders and neck became as smooth and fluid as the oil she used. Her scope widened. Her hands were everywhere, no, not just her hands, there was warm soft oil-slippery skin on mine in too many places. Someone else might have identified thighs and forearms and breasts but.