I knew I was his for the night.We had been in the room for about twenty minutes, kissing and touching, when I pulled back and said that I wanted to ch...nge into something more suitable. I picked up one of the bags from yesterday and went to the bathroom. I slipped off my heels, skirt and blouse and then eased the nylons from my legs. They were far too nice to risk ruining.Out of the bag, I took a pair of fishnets and pulled them up my legs, once again loving my red pedicure though them. Then the. I grinned and rubbed my crotch. “I like jerking off too.” Then I unzipped and pulled out my throbbing cock. “Uh,” he stammered never taking his eyes off my cock. He looked nervously, but then flashed a grin and reached up to grasp my cock. He pulled on it timidly at first, then stroked harder and firmer. I dropped to my knees, pulling my dick away from his grip and took his shaft deep into my throat with one motion, taking him all the way down to his thick pubs. Slowly I worked my lips and. Next it was my turn to return the favour, I crawled down the bed and started to lick the head of his penis. He was instantly rock hard and as threatening to cum before I even got started however he fought that urge and allowed me to continue. I slowly edged inch by inch his cock in my mouth removing it on occasion to tease him. I then began to thrust my head up and down deep onto Taylor's cock.As he was about to cum he quickly pulled out and covered my face in his hot sticky sweet and creamy. A sword fight was fast coming on-screen!In your right arm is a fifty-pound dumbell. The harsh iron grates across your palm with callous weight; even when you are watching television, you are always working out. It's just a habit. And your body thanks you for it: you are a 6'4" brute of hardy Irish muscle, probably the ideal male image of your people. Your neighborhood is Irish, too, and the girls like you...But talking to them would waste a lot of time, you think. Your scarred-and-swollen arm.