Without a word she stood me in the middle of the room, untied my hands, handed me my clothes and it was clear she wanted me dressed. Entering she sat down on the sofa and pulled me down and told me to kneel beside the side of the sofa. If Denise spoke, who was sucking me? However, it was obvious he wasn’t going to last. There was no misunderstanding what she had planned as she told me to kneel on the floor between his legs. My legs were shaking and I leant back against the wall trying to recover from the most fantastic blow jobs I had had in a long time. I could tell from the way his chest was rising that he was excited and I was left in no doubt when I looked down at his cock which was long, hard and erect. After all, in twenty years I couldn’t remember another occasion.
