Snapped a couple of hot pictures, while I jerked off. Played with a 12-inch black dildo and send the photo's to Tony along with my address. I could no... believe my luck. Was he really going to come over in a couple of days? Would there be some truth in his feelings for me? Or was this just a power play, leaving me feeling hurt and empty at the end? Liking the idea, and still being very cautious. I did not want to get my hopes up too high. But, at the same time, I could see myself being with a. I just wanted to get up, run back to the changing rooms, get dressed and drive home..but something kept me there, crawling on the floor like the worthless faggot so may guys were calling me.I made slow progress, but eventually made it from one end of the very large building to the other. I had taken verbal abuse of lots of guys, two or three had spat on me, one had kicked my balls, and another two had given me a spank " to be getting on with"I was shown into a large room with another cinema. Smiling, I crawl backwards, kissing your stomach and licking along the ridge of your hipbone. Hearing you suck in a breath hard, I slide both of my hands slowly up the insides of your thighs, lightly massaging the softness of your inner thighs, before firmly pushing them wide apart.Seeing you opened wide to me, I lower my head down to you. I can smell the pre-cum that’s coating the head of your cock. Rubbing my cheek against your engorged shaft I revel in the satiny soft skin of your penis. But there it was, until she got into college and shed the ‘Sam’ and the image that went with it, and fashioned herself as ‘Jackie’. And, of course there was the image. She’d been sort of heavy in high school. She wasn’t really fat but she was ‘she’s only material to be a friend’ heavy. She lived with that, sobbed about it personally and privately until a few things happened. Firstly, in college she discovered the track team and a love of running. She became a work out devote. She also grew an.