The client we were trying to reel in, Binggum, was putty in my hands now. I had just told him to let me control the exploration of his body, when we heard a voice correcting my statement.

“Just let us control,” I heard CJ say from across the room. I looked up, and Binggum stretched his head back to look behind him at the sound of CJ’s voice. That big, magnificent, chocolate-brown man was leaning against the door into the room he had entered. He was outfitted in black, tight silk from an armless vest open in front down to below his navel, to tight black pants, with a bright red silk, bulging pouch at the crotch. When he’d made his dramatic entrance, he moved right over to where Binggum was stretched out, and deftly pulled Binggum’s shirt up and off his body. CJ sank down on his knees beside Binggum’s chest and gave the man a big grin.

“Hi, guy, long time no see,” CJ said with a laugh. Binggum laughed back, and CJ covered his grinning mouth in a big sloppy kiss. I left CJ to that area of activity and slowly brought my hands down along Binggum’s sides until they rested just above his hip bones and above the line of his cotton pants, fanned out up his sides. He was shuddering slightly like Jell-O. I took the tip of his dick back into my mouth through the cotton pants and took him in up to the rim of his glans like a mechanical shovel. He tried to reach down to me with his hands, but CJ took both of his arms in his strong hands, moved them over his head, and went exploring on Binggum’s ears, throat, nipples, and armpits and down to his navel with his tongue and teeth. Binggum was giving little yip, yip sounds, breathing in pants, and moaning. I was pretty sure he was getting his contract’s worth with this little appetizer.

Next thing I knew, one of CJ’s hands was slowly snaking down across Binggum’s chest and belly and had disappeared below the cotton pants line. I slowly took all of Binggum into my mouth, down toward the root, to discover that CJ had wrapped his thumb and finger around Binggum’s penis at the root and was applying pressure. And Binggum was responding by engorging further and arching his hips up. I sat up and looked up toward Binggum’s head. CJ had his other hand buried in Binggum’s hair, keeping him from raising his chest. Binggum was running one hand up and down CJ’s back, under his silk vest and had his other one clutching alternately at CJ’s chest and crotch, unsuccessfully trying to find an entry through the tight silk.

Binggum looked down at me in dreamy ecstasy, and I smiled back at him. Taking the hem of his pants in both of my hands at the hips, I raised myself briefly, and slowly brought the pants down until his dick flopped out. Seeing that chocolate-brown flesh cock ring provided by CJ very nearly made me cream myself. I lowered my mouth to Binggum’s dick and gave his glans a tight suction kiss. While holding his glans in my mouth, I opened his piss slit with my tongue, an action that sent Binggum completely over the edge. He began flopping around and squirted cum. I had sensed he was coming, however, and had moved my mouth down to where my lips met CJ’s fingers, so that I was able to take in