It wasalmost as if that was the first moment that I noticed that he was there,that it was a man. "Hey, you let me suck your dick?" You want to suck my...dick?" He sounded shocked."Yeah, it will be nice. Come on. It's no big deal. Can I?" Shit, if you want to, be my guest. Guys dream. BJ, Sport Center, and weed."I crawled at great effort to his crotch and struggled to get his jeans open.I failed. He decided to help, unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper,then pulling his soft dick out. I. ” He shrugged off her effusive thanks. “Drive safe.” The woman suddenly looked embarrassed again. “I don’t even have anything to give you.” She stated the obvious. Nate’s colleagues, when explaining about the jump pack, said that customers who needed help usually slipped a ten or twenty dollar tip to the on duty guy. He’d realized straight away that was not an option here. “Wait.” She stopped him just as he was about to turn away. Nate turned and the woman came close to him. She was shorter. She said, “You poor guy. Your cock has been up and down so much today, it's like riding in an elevator. Are you going to go home and relieve yourself?”I was stunned. I said, “Ah…yeah.” “I noticed you were hard when you came into help me this morning. Were you masturbating when I called you for help?”, she said in a curious tone.I must have turned a few shades of red, because without saying anything, she said, “I thought so.”“Did my outfit this morning get you going?”, she asked.She Knew I was. She pulled out a set of decorative contact lenses for me, and Isoon had some very otherworldly looking pale lavender eyes. The contactsdefinitely took some getting used to, but I soon adjusted. A couple morestick-on temporary tattoos, one on my chest nestled between my largebreasts, one on the back of my neck, and one on my lower back completedmy artwork for the day. Claire informed me they would last a couple ofdays, or I could wash them off with water mixed with vinegar whenever Iwas ready. I.