Jimi was so confident with his appearance, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, rose blush, bright red lip gloss and a dusting of perfume, very slim and almost six-feet tall, with an almost bald shaved head, his facial looks and expression more feminine than than male. Not a word spoken as James was sitting in a chair, the look on his face one I hadn’t seen before as he looked lustfully at Jimi’s genitals, already turned on by them, wanting to receive the head job Jimi had on offer. Telling him, “I wanted to do this to your cock the moment Wanda and Sarah offered you to me.” Asking him “Do you like how this feels? It is far better when your brain is in the moment. Repeating two times, then three times as my man’s body was trembling and shaking, desperate for gratification and relief, a look of absolute pleasure on his face. Telling her he was the biggest man I had ever had, huge, almost ten-inches and thick. Reminding him, “I would love to watch another man seduce you,” then repeating my wish every night up until the Friday.
