It starts somewhere in the middle of a normal day. I volunteer at a modern art museum four days a week, as a roving guide of sorts - answering questio...s for people or getting them to spit out their gum into the trash or whatnot. In the dream, I'm often just wandering around bored. I'll look at my watch and decide it's time for a break. I'll head out the back door of the museum to the loading dock and look around.Across the street from the dock is a park, but it's almost like a public forest.. Moving on, as crappy as it was, it had worked as he got onto his knees and whipped my cock out, letting it slap him on the face, before trying to take it all down his throat the first go. I couldn't help but to moan as he went faster on my cock, changing from deepthroating me to sucking the tip of my cock, and I grabbed him by his head and face fucked him. His glasses kept on getting under my shirt, even to the point of falling, but I couldn't help but to get even hornier at the slurping sounds. You are ushered in to a meeting room and told to wait by a blank-faced security guard who treats you like you're practically a prowler he caught in the lobby. A few minutes pass and a trio of dark suited figures enter the room. The youngest is a dark-haired woman with sharp Eastern European facial features and cold gray eyes that are probably implant jobs from Zeiss. She shakes your hand limply and says that her name is Katherine. A slightly older and paunchy man introduces himself with a smile. Undoing your seatbelt you lean over and start licking the tip of my cock. I let out a small moan as you start sliding your lips down my shaft slowly. Coming back up you run your tongue along the length of it before sliding all the way down, feeling the head against the back of your throat unable to take the rest in. Then a loud noise goes off at first startling you then you remember that you had changed the ring tones on your phone. Keeping one hand on me you sit up grabbing your phone and find.