"Didn't want to be shown up by all the married ladies... Why? You gonna party later?"I laughed. "No... Not hardly." Hey! My mom says you got a new pla...e. I'm thinking of moving into a smaller place. Think I could come by and take a look some time?" Sure..." My cock was spongy. "... These things usually end pretty early. You could follow me over tonight?" How about we meet for a drink first... Then I could follow you over to your place?" Afraid to be seen leaving with an old man?" I laughed. My. I was nervous getting dressed and took my time making sure I was looking my best. As we travelled to the Glory Hole Club Neil kept reminding me 'This is for fun, to see how you feel and to just see what happens.'As we approached the entrance I said to Neil 'I'm not sure I want to do this, I don't think it's a good idea!' Neil replied 'Come on Jane this is my fantasy, I've always wanted us to do this, we have come this far let's at least go in and give it a try!'I really don't want to disappoint. She smiled and turned and bent over to pick up her skirt, lingering to ensure he could appreciate the wet fabric that had now disappeared between her folds. She dressed slowly in front of him and asked when it would be ready. They agreed on a completion date, she paid her deposit, and left into the night air. In the car she called me almost stuttering with excitement and disbelief that she went through with it. I begged her to come home quickly to recount this story to me in full detail. As she. She couldn’t beat the system — because the system was gone. So, in Sara Wood’s shadowlands, she knelt on the altar of poverty, and of justice for all. On any given day, like today perhaps, her face poised before urine tinged khaki trousers, she sucking the three inch dick of a fat, smelly man named Bob, whose plastic name tag identified him as an employee of the New Life Christian Family Bookstore. Bob had Sara Wood’s hair grasped tightly in his hands, and he was pulling on it roughly, calling.