I was watching different videos every time i came back, and also dressing up in some lingerie that was in a box by the video. i figured that roger mus... like dressing up too. my favourite video rapidly became a tranny getting hammered in a 3sum with two black guys. i fantasised about being that girl, getting spitroasted by this 2 big guys.. Anyway roger came back and everything was back to normal. although i was hungering to see that porn again.. which was hard for me to get. one holidays when. He always left his gym clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor crowned with his sweaty jock on top. I knew I shouldn't do it, but every night when it was my turn in the bathroom, I'd grab it and jerk off to it's scent. The second to last day before we were to leave for Satra, his home country, Mr. Hamad came back from his workout with his trainer in tow. He introduced me to him as I was finishing up work. His name was Derek and he was huge, maybe 6'5' with big green eyes and tousled red. Rob is 6’1 with a solid build and a presence that makes my 5’7 140 lb frame feel like it's 5’2. I stifle a giggle because Rob has clearly gotten into character. I can’t help but wonder when and where he purchased his biker boots, jeans, and black leather jacket. I can’t judge him too harshly because I look like a 1980s call girl. My feet have done enough walking and standing in the 5-inch heels that I’m wearing, so I watch him as he walks towards me. He advances at a slow and deliberate pace,. "No you can't have a look; go away." He tried to close the door but the power lady put her foot in the way. She wasn't angry; she expected this sometimes. "I'm sorry sir," she a said with a fake smile, "but the meters are company property and if you like I can call a police officer to assist me with entry."The geek muttered again his scrappy jumper and flat basin cut black hair making him look like some type of Egor character from a cheesy Frankenstein movie. He stepped aside looking the woman.