He slipped his finger out of my ass and asked if I was OK. I replied, again with “LOL” (typical thing when I didn’t know what to say)
I told him that I’d think about doing it maybe.. I just stood there spraying sperm all over the carpet, all over me and all over his hand. at that point he said “I could do it for you” and then my masculinity kicked in again… “OK so I’m going to press on your prostate now” I nodded and he started apply pressure on my prostate. It wasn’t an area I knew but still I didn’t want anyone recognising my car. I’m a 36 year old guy, married, no children. He slipped his finger out of my ass and asked if I was OK. You did with Rachael” this was true I did like it, I just shrugged an acknowledgement and sat up. When I got in, all the curtains were closed and there was a few candles lit, some generic porn on the TV with the sound off.
