I knew it would be hard for him to accept me. He may never accept me. Now i was massaging his feet and he asked me to massage his thighs. I was massag...ng his thighs that my hand touched his bulge. He said "Keep your filthy hands away from my cock". I stayed quite and kept massaging him. He then said "You must not even have a cock". It was too disrespectful and i slashed out i said i have a cock and its probably bigger than yours. He laughed and grabbed my crotch and squeezed it. He said "Oh. I would be very grateful if you could give me some feedback and also send me some ideas of any filthy scenarios you’d like to see me write about and I will endeavour to satisfy your inner most desires (how I rock and roll really).Onwards and upwards (snigger), I have decided to base my first cumback blog on a situation that I found myself in around 10 years ago. This occurred when a friend and I popped to the pub across the road from her house and I’m pretty sure we weren’t even flirting in the. She was about to become the plaything of some stranger... some b**st. It was not for the first time, it would not be the last; but that made the moment no easier.„Very well then, Mr. Crane,“ said Madame Vesta, „I will make the necessary arrangements and have the girl sent to you later.“„Thank you... thank you very much, Madame,“ said Mr. Crane. He could hardly believe his good luck. This beauty... this lovely, naked beauty... was going to be his. To do as he liked with! It was wonderful to. After Shirley was squeaky clean, she washed me. She was able to get me to erection once again, but I knew that I was not able to come again so soon, having done so twice not that long before. I think Shirley eventually realized that as well, but she looked disappointed when she gave up.Through the translucent glass, I saw a shadow in the doorway that disappeared as Shirley turned off the water. Apparently, Wendy was a real voyeur.We toweled each other off."Shirley," I said after she was.