I desperately wanted to confide in him but a final, perverse, vestige of pride prevented me. When Roselyn came back on duty that evening she wasted no...time. She took hold of my cock but, both to her surprise and mine, I did not come to erection. She tried all her tricks but it seemed as though my body had closed down. I gave a silent sigh of relief and assumed that she would leave me alone but she was not to be put off so easily. “It’s just a little more stimulation you’ll be wanting.” As I. "I'm going to take you one at a time into my bedroom, close the door, and give you some individual attention, if that's all right with you guys", she asked. The guys just sat there with their jaws on the floor. "Well who wants to go first?", my wife asked. John jumped up and my wife took his hand and lead him into our bedroom. On the way she looked back and said, "I'll be back, decide who's going next!" We heard the door close and we all looked at one another not knowing what to say until Kyle. I got a disastrous hard-on. It wouldn't go away. It just kept getting worse and worse, so hard I thought it was going to pop. I couldn't jack off as I would have at home, and I was afraid to get up and go into the bathroom for fear of waking Mom or her asking if I was sick or something. To make matters worse, every time I relaxed my grip on the edge of the mattress, I slid down against Mom's back. That bed didn't have sides. It only had a middle.The third or fourth time I slid down against Mom. He often told me I was beautiful but had never said I was sexy. “I’m not sexy. I wouldn’t even know how to act sexy like the women in the videos.” “You are sexy just the way you are.” Mr. Johnson replied. “If you don’t believe me, come here and I will show you.” He stood up and held out his hand. Taking it tentatively, I stood up, not knowing where we were going. Mr. Johnson led me down the hall and into what I quickly realised was his bedroom. It was a large room with a very big bed and, over.