So when I returned home mid afternoon for a shower and nap I was pleased to see it was just me and the old lady. I asked her if it was ok to have a sh...wer she said yes.So off I went, stripped down and showered. Perhaps it was the act of washing myself but anyway when I came out of the shower I felt horny, so I ran to my room, collected my tablet and returned to the bathroom to have a wank.I loaded up some porn was was stood over the basin wanking away when totally unexpectedly the old lady came. But it will be massive." "Can you tell me where?" I asked."Not yet," he said. "But it will be collocated with the third longest escalator in the world," he smirked.Hmmm. Well, I would just have to wait.Months went by. Vlad had seemingly disappeared. And then I got an invite to Vlad's next opening. But it was in D.C.! He had scribbled a personal message on the invite—"You gotta come to the opening—it's really deep shit, this time." Apparently the National Endowment for the Arts was providing the. I suppressed my excitement, took off my white-collar social animal clothes, exposed my naked body, walked into the bathroom, and cleaned my body thoroughly inside and out with the fastest and most careful movements. This is to keep the skin clean. At the same time, it is also a special sense of ritual.In the long-awaited anticipation, I picked up the latex leather that was spread on the bed with both hands, and I could smell the faint fragrance on it that seemed to arouse lust at such a close. He went to the bathroom and washed himself before coming outside. His boner was gone already. “Happy, now?” he asked, not waiting for me to reply. “I’m happy. I used your cum to wank myself off. Am I gay? No. Do I have any interest in you? No. Now don’t tell anyone what happened. I don’t want anything to do with you.”That evening, as I was packing my things, feeling very guilty about the whole matter, James came into my room and hugged me tight. His boner pressed against my butt, so I was.