The weather is dry, but cold, so I dress in grey trackie bottoms, and a fleecy top to keep warm, but no underpants, and make my way to the spot in The...ford Forest. I arrive and park the car, and wait for someone to come along. After a while, a few cars start to cruise up and down the road, passing the spot where I am parked, but no one is stopping just yet, so I sit in the car and start to play with my cock after putting my cock ring on. Time goes by and after a while I need a pee, so I leave. He moved back and pushed his hard cock in my hole.He leaned on me, kept kissing my lips. I started moving down, touching my neck, chest, and boobs only with his lips. I moved my body up and down with my hands resting on the table and screamed and cried in pleasure. I yelled at him as he was teasing me and not loading his cum inside me.Me: Fuck me, bloody bastard, and fill my hole with your cum. Arman, please, I can’t wait anymore. Don’t be a mean fucking bastard.But before I could talk more, he. Around a week later I received a phone call from her asking if me and one friend would come to her 'girls night in' and waiter for them shirtless. We discussed prices and dates and came to an agreement, and she texted me her address. The next week, on a Saturday night, me and my friend both turned up to a modern-looking suburban house on an estate in town, after hitting the gym and the sunbeds in preparation. We were let in and shown down the hall into the Kitchen where the hostess showed us a. Hoping, yet fearful. Is she messaging me to say it is through? Is she letting me know that she no longer desires my service, or is it another command? I say a short prayer hoping for the latter. I nervously open the message box and read, "Come to 1589 Sycamore Street by 2:00 today. Wash and Shave completely. And I mean – COMPLETELY.” My heart leaps as I realize I am to serve her again. She is not disappointed in me after all. Or is she? The doubts creep back in. Maybe she is calling me to.