You never heard me approach until you felt my hand on your arm, heard my next instructions from behind. “You don’t need to turn around just yet. I...��d like to make sure that you’ve followed my instructions.” I think you recognized my voice from our calls. It seemed to bring a measure of relief. Until you felt my hand on the back of your leg. Until you realized what making sure you’d followed my instructions meant. You froze at my touch, your breath catching as without fanfare I ran my open hand. I’m Aaron Markem and I’m twenty two years old, six foot one, one hundred and ninety pounds, dark-hair, brown eyes and I have a solid eight inch rock hard uncut cock. One of my earlier girlfriends claimed that I could drive nails with it. I’m a well-rounded person. I ride a motorcycle, love all kinds of music, and have an artistic side to me that very few are aware of. Wiggling uncomfortably on the seat, I looked out the front windshield then glanced in the rearview mirror. My car was the only. As he was about to finish, he casually asked with a coy smile if I wanted the total works. I was pretty sure I knew what he was referring to, and so I said yes. He got some more oil, and slid the towel off, revealing my full erection. I watched as he slowly began to massage my throbbing shaft. His touch was electric, and I let out an audible gasp. He watched my face as his expert hands began their sensual, erotic movements. He knew just how to rub and stroke, focusing on my sensitive. I pulled her a step closer and my hands moved around to her firm creamy ass cheeks gripping them and squeezing them, my strong fingers digging deep in the soft flesh.Michelle moaned as she felt my hand kneading and mauling her ass cheeks.Then my hands moved up her sides until they found her bountiful tits. She closed her eyes as I played with her nipples, rubbing my thumbs across the rosy buds"You are incredible, Michelle. Your tits are just incredible," I said."Thank you, Daddy. Would you like.