I must have been going too slow, because Willie took hold of my zipper and pulled it down. She looked down and smiled.“Boxers?”“Yeah, I like the...way they feel.”“You mean you like the way it makes your cock feel as it swings around when you walk.”“Yeah, I guess.”“Well let’s see if it feels as good outside of those boxers.”Willie reached in and for the first time a hand other than mine took hold of my cock and she pulled it out into the open air.“Paul, this is nice. I knew it felt big, but this. "Sorry that's what I meant." I have a lesson in an hour and a half so I just need to do another ten minutes on the bike and then I need to grab a shower and get ready." I could do with a shower." Marcus admitted."I wouldn't mind joining you either if I am being totally honest." He laughed and I couldn't work out if he was joking or not. Either way my stomach did a tipple over at the prospect of him being serious."I might let you." I said a quarter joking and three quarters serious.Marcus looked. "I wonder if Monica would consider selling you," she thought aloud, "Probably not, you're still a novelty to her, pity though I could use a new toy around here." She pulled a suitcase from under the bed and opened it to reveal an assortment of leather straps. Another suitcase contained what seemed to be rubber clothing, and yet another held assorted underwear including several wicked looking corsets. Removing everything but my stockings, Clare selected one of the corsets - a red satin one. When he finished jacking off he went to freshen up and while he was away I re read the dialogue and cringed.We have slowed down a bit now, just chatting about general stuff.But I want him, want his cock, and want to run my hands over him. I think of him fucking me when I finger myself.I have friends up in Newcastle (where he lives) I decided to visit them.I wasn't sure why but all I knew is I wanted to see him, wanted to feel him.My friend's house is only a few miles away from his house.So on.