Man, just take a lookat this ass,guys. It's like two grapefruits."Why are youdoing this?" I suddenly blurtedout. I wasscared, excited, humiliated"You'...egoing to learn what it's like tobe a slave,college boy" Kyle Taunted."No! Don't,please...."He just laughedand taunted me again, "You'remouth says 'no'but your cock says 'yes'pretty boy, andcocks don't lie.... not that it matters"The realizationthat I was ac tually getting turned on suddenlyhit me and I feltmore humiliated than ever.Before he. Kevin got to the top of my clit and just barely worked his tongue in for a little taste. He spread my pussy to reveal how wet I really was. My pussy was glistening with so much moisture; he didn’t waste any time before diving in with his tongue. Sucking, then licking, then more sucking made me come again. As I gasped for a deep breath, he had inserted his middle finger into my very wet opening. I gasped again, this time with a smile. “Oh Kevin, please!” I said loudly. “Please, what?” he. The first time I ever visited one back in 2012 was a night that I was very horny and could not shake the craving to flash my cock to some stranger. I actually did do a window flash while masturbating prior to build up the courage to finally try visiting a parlor myself (I will post about my flashing experiences later). So after some quick research to learn about the etiquette, I drove over to a local shop I had passed by several times on my way home from work. Upon entering I was greeted by a. 19 years old and going to collage. I haven't ascertained her dreams, hopes and ambitions, but I like that she is trying to be something more than her stripper friend.She did a little research on me too. Asking my buddies about me and actually getting my phone number from one of them.We finally connected yesterday, with a text out of the blue. We met for a light lunch and things progressed from sitting across the table to sitting beside oneanother, hand holding and a light kiss. I am.