I looked over at his table, and sure enough, I saw a construction helmet."You're a construction worker?" Yes Ma'am" He was quite built. He just needed...a wash. He probably just got off his shift."Well, tell you what, we head back to your place, I show you a good time, you pay me, I go home happy, you stay home happy." Sounds gud two meh."I quickly finished off the rest of my burger as he got his things. We walked outside together and we got in my car. He gave me directions to his place and we. " Hey, you're already giving me a ride." Yeah to the Bay, but I recall you are wanting to go to Tahoe, right?" Yes I am, I'm listening." Well what if I brought you there tomorrow for the show, buy you a ticket and if you want, I'll get one for myself as well and get us a hotel room so you have a place to stay." And what would you like in return?" Well, we can start with you putting those pretty lips on my cock, and giving me your best bj to seal our deal, and then you just have to be my. But in the evening she used it in various ways on the boy.Her standard way was for it to tightly clench his balls into a plump round balloon that she could squeeze to spur him on; or as a handy handle to drag him out of her snatch suddenly.Either way it left his balls aching for some while; which he'd come to enjoy.An alternative use was to clip the balls up onto his shaft.Margo said this curbed him from his "wham -bam-thank you mam" attitude; because any hard thrust from him, and his nuts. My pleasure swelled. Our clits met, rubbing against each other, striking pleasure through both our bodies. I could feel the orgasm about to erupt through her.I was temple-trained to read a woman’s pleasure.Her clit circled mine faster and faster, giving us both such shuddering pleasure. We moaned into our kiss, our tongue dancing like our clits. My pussy clenched. She trembled upon me. Her hips undulated one last time, striking our clits together.The pleasure burst through both of us.I let my.