“No of course not. Look.” He showed me his gold wedding band. “I,m married with two k**s, but like to have young guys give me a bow job now and ...hen, but if you don,t need the money forget it! After all it,s unlikely you,ll ever see me again!” I thought about his proposal said nothing for about five miles then “Roy. If I did agree to suck your cock it,s only that! No way do I take it in my ass hole, Okay?!” “Of course! I don,t do that shit any way! My wife loves it in her butt, but I only want. Lay together on the bed. I was still blindfolded. We kissed, cuddled, fondled. It was nice. Mistress got us up, and pushed my face against the door, kicking my legs wide apart. She continued her fucking, standing there. After fifty or sixty or so, she turned me around, pushed me to the floor. I felt her at my mouth. Oh, I was to resume the oral side of things. The taste of the condom was awful, the taste of the lube was awful, and I guess the taste of myself was awful. But I did not have a. Karen, a 40 something -year -old with sandy hair was in no hurry anyway; her boyfriend would be out late tonight playing poker with his buddies. Karen paused in front of the full -length mirror in the locker room to admire her progress one more time. A short girl, she came with a package of curves that caused men to take a second look and she religiously attended her exercise class to keep herself in reasonable shape. She tugged the silky blue top down to partially cover her shapely ass so she. She was an intelligent girl, she was into my type of music, and she was very beautiful. It was love at first sight, and we started going out. My dad didn't like her, though. In fact, we went out to a party on Halloween night, and I didn't get back in until before sunrise. My dad gave me one of his worse beatings. He had started using spiked knuckles on me, for he couldn't find the whip. I had hidden it from him, and his drunken ass thought he had sold it for the knucks. The beatings.