Eli was someone my brother grew up with, he is actually my brother’s best friend, even though they don’t entirely act like it. Eli is just fairly ...aller than me, standing around 5’8 with a his hair on the sides buzzed to barely a little brown stubble with hair colored a bright blonde coming down over his left eye, giving him the whole ‘dangerous’ look, as he puts it. His eyes are the sweetest eyes you will ever look at, blue with a darker black tint to them with strong cheek bones. He’s been. She once again dance glided around for a minute and then pulled same weights from her bag and as she glided she would stop and put a weight onto the clamps. Her lips stretched at the weights and as she put the last weights on, the music lowered to reveal the sound of the weights clanking against each other to the rhythm of the music at which the audience clapped and cheered until the music ended. She bowed and sat in a chair removing her devices as the house lights slowly came back up. Once. ” “Why don’t you have an English accent?” “I learned in high school that an English accent was not necessarily a social asset. And then I got into jazz. Not too many English accents in jazz. Not in Canada, anyway.” “Oh. Well, I’m not from England. I’m from Sudbury. Way up north. It’s not the end of the world, but it’s close to it.” “So what brings you to Hogtown?” “Art. Or the chance to make it. Uh oh, there’s Henry, the boss. He probably expects me to do some work. I’ve got to go. Maybe we’ll. He was still hard, but in a state of shock, not really knowing what had hit him and possibly left him wondering if fucking was as intense as this.I sat back in my seat and put my stockinged legs onto the dashboard, 'Did you cum?' I asked casually, 'No' he replied dejectedly, 'then wank it, cum on my breasts' and as if to emphsize my offer I reached out and took him firmly and started jerking on him.He rose and knelt on the seat, took his cock and started wanking at my face level, 'My tits' I.