The caller ID simply said "Private Caller." She had made them wait to leave a message as long as possible, to screen out those who didn't really want ...o talk to her. Most people, including telemarketers, wouldn't wait past about ten rings. She gave her customers the code that, when keyed or spoken, would send them directly to voice mail. So this wasn't a customer.She told the phone to give up the mystery, her finger tapping the screen, and she listened as the voice mail delivered the message. ”“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just been on a long workout. I’ll be okay in a minute.”“That bike looks as though it has some heavy attachments; would you like me to carry it up the stairs?” John asked. He had a grin on his face.“NO! no,” I quickly replied. “It looks heavier than it actually is. I can manage; but thank you for the offer.”“If you’re sure.” John added.“Yeah, it’s no problem.” I replied as Sandra and John set off up the path and into the building.It was then that I realised that I’d. Seine Streicheleien hatten mich unheimlich erregt, und gleichzeitig war der Reiz des Verbotenen da, sich so von einem anderen Mann an einem mehr oder weniger öffentlichen Ort anfassen zu lassen. Ich hatte noch nie die Hand eines anderen Manns an meinem Penis gehabt, aber jetzt war ich so geil wie nie darauf. Ich konnte auch spüren, dass ich sehr schnell abspritzen würde, wenn er so weitermachte und meine Erektion berühren würde. Zunächst aber drückte er sacht meinen Oberschenkel zur Seite, so. You gently sink your teeth into the soft, pale flesh at the top of my shoulder, at which point my knees begin to feel weak.“Oh God, yes, just there… What? Why have you stopped?”You pull your hands free from my underwear, unable to resist licking your fingers.“That’s why there will be a next time,” you inform me, cheekily. “Now get dressed and let’s get some breakfast.”I pause for a moment, wondering if you are just teasing me, but quickly realise that you’re being serious. Silently seething, I.