The shop was empty. It was early.“Who’re we meeting?” Rachael asked as she followed me in, a small bell fastened to the door tinkling.Fred emerg...d from the back room. Fred was in his mid-fifties. He was big, as in BIG. Six-four, bushy beard, and a build like a biker, his most amazing feature was the colorful tattoos covering his arms. Not one piece of natural skin was left untouched.“Holy shit!” Rachael exclaimed under her breath.“Hey! Jake!” Fred said with a welcoming smile. He saw Rachael.. We live in a nice sized ranch in a nice quiet town in New Jersey. The house is on two acres and we have our privacy as the surrounding homes are similar.When you enter our house from the front door you walk through a small foyer into our bar area then into the den. On the left is the kitchen which has a center island and three stools. The garage is on that side. We usually come in through the garage. The laundry room is on that side as well as a half bathroom. From the kitchen you can access. . right?" I said in a week effort toobject, though as I look back, even then in my heart I knew I was beyonda point of return."Time to get dressed." Haley smiled, standing behind me as she pulled abra up my arms and over my back. "This one clips in front ... it is mucheasier to reset if need be." The blouse looked so small and hugged mychest and upper arms. The tied it in a not rather than buttoning thetop.Haley picked up the tiny skirt, which now that I knew it was for me, theskirt looked. She made an audible gasp as she viewed my erect cock. "Mark, is that what you are packing? Do you have a permit to carry a concealed weapon?" I am not a connoisseur of cock; do not spend time checking other men. I figured myself average at about seven and a half inches long and maybe one and three-fourths inches thick."I'm pretty sure I am about as average as any guy, Danni." "Mark, I think I may have to begin a new regime of physical therapy on you. That muscle looks stiff and sore, I better.