“ When I masturbate him, he likes me to pull hard and slap his balls.” “I see.” Nichole said, thinking. “Ok… I like you two a lot, and I...��d like to try something to see if it helps.” Nichole looked at my wife. “ I need to talk to you privately. Would you wait in the waiting room George?” “Sure” I replied, and exited the exam room. About 15 minutes later, Nichole peeked her head out of the door into the waiting room and said she was ready for me. I followed her into the exam room. ’ He turns his hand palm upward and shows her his fingers and hand and the ground in ink that stains them. ‘Do you ever wear gloves?’ ‘The problem with gloves is you are more likely to be clumsy and make an even larger mess. No, I do not. I heard of a printer who, this is a little delicate, took sheep intestines, much like you would use for sausage stuffing and he made coverings for his fingers. Although it worked well for him, I doubt it would help much in the long run. About the only thing I. “Scott, bring your cock down here and fuck his ass now,” Beth said. My cock twitched at the knowledge that Beth had come along, seeing me so vulnerable, and had been the one so expertly working my ass. Scott pulled his hard and wet cock out of my mouth, and I could feel the weight sliding down towards my feet. I could tell he got off the futon and got back on, now in between my legs. I felt the bed shift slightly as Beth obviously got onto the futon, and I could feel her next to me. I. . fucking... tight... can’t stop... gonna... UNGH!” His eyes rolled back and his thrusting came to a halt as he buried himself in my velvety folds. “Nghh... UNGH!” I felt his cock swell as it spasmed inside me, filling me with his sticky cum. His cum was so hot, the feeling of being filled and used for pleasure bringing a sense of rightness. And with that, a fresh orgasm washed over me, and I wrapped my legs around him holding him in tightly as my pussy milked his cock for all that it had.“Oh.