What the fuck are you doing in my yard" he was waliking towards me and as he got close he looked into his sons window, "who the fuck do you think you ...re looking at my son like that ,you fucking whore" "hey Jim I pleaded, Ive never done anything like this and I promise I never will again, look Im very sorry ,I'lljust go home and we can forget the whole thing". "well why dont we let the cops decide if we can forget it" Oh shit that was all I needed, "or should I handle it myself?" I didnt. But on the third day, I received an email from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a nice “k**” and a decent person and the passion I had expressed to meet Mason was greater than any they had seen in a long time and they had decided that I was one of the few that Mason might meet.Through the next few exchanges, I learned there was a $100 “poster fee” which was required. I would get a poster signed by Mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I. "May I lower now My Master?" I asked,"Yes you may" you said, and before I could say thank you, you thrusted your cock into me hard."Oh." Moans are heard in the night air, my back arched, long silky hair caressed your thighs, as I rocked my pelvis into yours.You grabbed my hips guiding me up and down on your thick hard cock for several minutes, and then you stopped abruptly. My eyes covered in black satin, open sultry tones."More Master," A whining plea "more, please more!"You smiled at me,. Mr. Sanders knew what to do. He grabbed me roughly around the waist and kissed me hard, while backing me up against the wall. The cold concrete had grown warm from the steam. He pinned me to the wall with his body. I couldn’t have escaped if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to. Mr. Sanders held my arms over my head and thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth. He was much taller than I was, so I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach and his pendulant balls getting wet against my.