I was weirded out at first and then finally realized what you were staring at." I was completely embarrassed I didn't realize he had caught me that ma...y times. I responded "I don't know what you mean" "oh Johnny, you stare at my dick all the time and I thought maybe you'd like a better look" my eyes opened wide as I said " sir I'm straight. I like women. I don't even think about guys that way." I was luckily already finished cleaning so I went home in a dash. But I thought about what Damien. The feel of her mouth and lips was divine and I groaned as she worked her tongue around it, over the tip, flicking it then sinking deeper on to it, she had told me she could deep throat and I wanted to see when she would show me how she does it everytime she came up she was starting to go deeper, I could feel the tightening at her throat, then all of a sudden she swallowed it all, her lips right around my base, the feeling was immense, I couldn’t help but grab her hair and fuck her face the way. Finally I got a new job as a museum guard that required normal work hours, but with Mondays and one other weekday off. As a result, I had relaxing early bedtimes Friday nights. A couple of weeks after I started the new job, I was about to go to bed when I heard the door close next door. The woman's voice giggled as a low man's voice murmured something. I went upstairs and washed up, then went downstairs to make sure my apartment was fully locked up and cleaned, and as I did so I heard their. It was in an insulated silver container. On a silver tray, along with fragile-looking cups and saucers, there were little blue envelopes, all in a row in their own little form-fitting cut-glass dish."This is Mrs. Lancaster." Breckinridge said. "Mrs. Lancaster is our office manager. Her office is directly across the hallway. If you will give her the name of any employee or partner to whom you wish to speak, she will see that he or she is brought here directly."Mrs. Lancaster smiled warmly and.