I had scheduled an appointment that very evening, which my sore muscles really needed. I decided to go on Craigslist to search out ther****ts. Several...numbers had no answer, and others had no availability. When I finally reached someone, it's a guy who has a late appointment in his home office, so I got on my way for a good ninety-minute massage. I arrived at Jim’s and discovered he was a tall, (six-foot four) dark-haired Italian in very good shape, and he looked strong. We spoke so that he. I was with her when shebought it, and I remember thinking that it made her look sexy. But I had noway of knowing at the time how it would affect our sex lives. Every timeshe wore it, we seemed to end up in some intense sexual act. Because ofthat, we just referring to it as “The fuck me suit.” She’s only worn ittwice, and both times, we’ve had amazing experiences. The first time we wore it, we delivered a series of speeches to aconference. Afterwards, we went to a local park to walk around. As. He left out a soft groan. It turned me on even more. He unbuttoned my hands slowly, hands shaking. He pulled my pants to my knees and my underware with it. My hands went under his briefs, and slid them off. Are you sure this is what you want, Becca? Brandon whispered in my ear. Yes, I breathed. Brandon put his dick in my dripping, virgin pussy. As, the large dick entered my pussy, I shrieked in pain. Are you okay? Brandon asked me as he snatched his dick out of me. Yes, Im fine. Now, stick. He seemed to be all flesh, it hung down all over his face and hands, like one of those cartoons where a huge blow driers blown all of the characters skin to one side. Yet he was a pretty fat guy, he was dressed in a black suit, his hand folding neatly in front of him as he leaned over his desk trying to get a closer look at me. I looked him straight in the face, which seemed to be 40% nose and 35% lips. His eyes were hidden beneath great grey caterpillar eye brows, matching his thinning grey.