But his dad wasn’t. His dad loved him but they couldn’t bond. Faith was always there for him. He remember the day he met her. She was walking by ...im in the hallway at their school. When a jock pushed Steven to the ground called him a faggot. Funny Steven couldn’t remember what his name was now. All he could remember was Faith jumping on the guy’s back saying he need to learn his manors. The jock was so started that he shook off Faith and ran away. Faith later introduce herself to him. Faith. I gobbled it down.I know this sounds weird, but I had no desire to suck his dick at all. Butall it took was one butt swat and a couple of ass grabs and he had me. Ithink he knew it. I needed him to take care of my ass and if sucking dickwas the fee, it was a small price to pay. I didn't care.And once I got started it didn't seem like much of a big deal. I wanted toget it over with so he could do me. I sucked hard and with enthusiasm andDev seemed to enjoy it."Damn, white boy can suck some. From his height looking down at me, it would give him a clear view of my tits, if this didn’t give the perv encouragement I didn’t know what would!He ambled his way up the aisle, my thighs clenched against one another, my pussy aching like crazy. I gave him eye contact immediately, he looked at me briefly before his eyes caught sight of my exposed breasts, I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. He furtively outstretched his podgy hand sliding inside my gaping blouse, his fingertips. " Ok, we need at least another two by the end of the week, Paul." I lookedover at a sinewy hard looking man directly opposite me. Paul Faircloughwas my head of security and also in charge of, let's call it'acquisitions.' "Any ideas?"Paul addressed the room "Kings Cross has always been a goldmine forhomeless kids but with the ongoing gentrification it's proving to beharder and harder. I'll probably go south of the river, have a look roundKennington and Brixton, any particular type?" Our friends.