Riding the bike early morning, wearing my shorts and sleeveless t- shirt would let the air hit my body and specially the balls hanging off the seat ma...ing me stiff and extremely aroused and sexy making it extremely difficult to resist masturbation as I returned home almost as a daily routine.Rubbing and massaging my meaty cock in my hands would provide immense pleasure but not sure, what may go wrong; I would jerk off and stop suddenly when there were severe twitching or spasmodic convulsions. As I studied the menu, others passed and jostled me to get their pre-ordered meals.While lost in examining the sparse, yet interesting menu, a tall (6'2'), thin, not very curvy, 35ish, pale, chin-length dirty-blonde approached. "Bonjour Andre. Ca va?"Who was this? She seemed to know me and knew I spoke French. Not many ... whoa... "Mlle. Thibaut! Que fais t ... faites vous ici?" I have to eat too. So, Me voici!" Hmmm, yes, but I figured my French teacher would at least hunt down French pizza. Nervously I knocked, hoping my appearance would be pleasing for daddy, and heard the words which made my heart skip a beat "come in"Once inside I was ordered to kneel and thank him for the honor he had bestowed upon me by starting at his feet and kissing my way up to his rock hard cock, (which filled me with joy knowing that using me turned him on so much) which I greedily slurped on while gazing up at him like a good slut should.It was as I was licking his balls that he clipped the leash onto. "I can assure you that there's no recording equipment in here," I snapped. "And the only weapon is the gun that you're carrying."He blinked in surprise. Well, at least I'd 'unmasked' one of them. "That's fine, sir. I had to check. Now, I'll wait outside the door. I must ask you to turn the lights off before beginning, and keep them that way until the lady stands up."He started to leave; she pulled on his arm and whispered urgently into his ear."Oh, yes. I'd forgotten. The lady asks that you.