Caught staring, I smiled back at her and said hello. ‘Did they put you out here to attract attention to the convention?’ I asked. ‘No, just tak...ng a break from the festivities’, she replied. ‘How come you’re getting here so late?’ I told her I had been supposed to meet some friends from a BBW group in South Jersey that I DJ’ed for, but that had fallen through. I had combined the trip up to the convention with dropping a friend’s son off at Harvard because he was a resident assistant who had to. As he closed the door behind me, I took off my top.Now my bra was only piece of cloth between him and my erect nipples. He came closer and placed his both hands on my left boobs. It was obvious that his hands won’t be able to do it. We don’t call him ‘chotu’ for no reason.He smiled and said “now suck my cock, you slut!”, “yes master!” I kneeled and took his cock out and in no time started sucking it. I freed my boobs and kept his penis, which was covered in my saliva and his precum, in between. If it only took a minute I'd be using the medical tube instead of taking a shower." Oh," Tess sounded down. "Let me help you out. Lean on me until you get your balance back. They want to see you right now, just the way you are." Who is they?" Colonel Dorman is the Central Command liaison," Tess told me as she stiffened upon contact with my naked body. For the record, Tess was in her modified Civil Service uniform—modified with a full head scarf. If I hadn't known her to be Catholic, I might. I keep it that way all the time. As you continue to stroke me you move lower continuing to put kisses everywhere. You gently put a kiss on the head of my cock. It twitches enjoying the unexpected feel. You place kisses all along the length, do you remember how big? The kisses continue until you come to my balls and place gentle licks onto them. You move back up becoming excited at the prospects that lie ahead. You place another kiss on the head. Languishing in the feel of the head against your.