My buddy wanted it so badly that he didn’t care that he would have to fully restore it for more than it would ever be worth. April has a heavily rei...forced car seat in the back.”Tina’s mom insisted on her husband riding in front.I didn’t light up the tires, but Tina’s dad did have white knuckles when we arrived at my restaurant.“Mr. Jones, a pleasure to see you again,” the woman at the greeter stand told me. “Right this way.”We took our time enjoying the one-hundred-ten dollar-a-person. I didn’t mind him staying the night on a Saturday but a Sunday night was out of the question. His morning wood had made some Monday’s pure hell.He had a friend who joined us sometimes. Since both of them were married, bareback sex was always on the sexual menu. The friend was about nine inches but very thick. One of those cocks that felt like a baseball bat was being used to penetrate you. He liked to take it slow, edged for a very long time and left me gaping like hell! With him, I became very. I was curious how it would feel as they attached wires to them and to a console beside the cross. I asked them to turn it on so I could feel it. They assured me it was wonderful and went on about their work. As I watched them I notice the height of the cross I was on. It was perfect "cock height." Anyone would have access to me anywhere, because the cross was narrow enough so that it looked as if I was floating in air at perfect height to be fucked. I was already imagining what all this would. “Sorry, the ride now comes at a price.” “I’ve got money. How much do you want?” “I don’t want your money.” “Then what?” Nylon against fingertips, ardour rising. “Show me your tits.” “Are you crazy?” Foot on brake. Bodies tilt forwards, held by seatbelts. Fingers leave nylon. “Do you want to walk home?” She stares, mouth opens and shuts. Opens again. Closes. Opens. “You bastard.” “Sticks and stones.” I smile. “Are you gonna show me your tits or just get out?” “You bastard.” Her hand moves..