I heard a very timid knock on my front door, and opened it to find a medium height male with thick glasses and a very nerdy look. This one looked prom...sing, so I let him in. I didn't feel so after about fifteen minutes. I had explained the job and asked a few questions, but the demeanor of the man, Henry Hawkins, didn't impress me. He was painfully shy, reserved, and spoke in such a whisper that I had to have him repeat himself several times while answering my questions. I finished my spiel and. I liked that bar. It had class. It wasn't dressed up for the tourists. There was a picture of The Naked Goya, one of the most classic nudes in art, above the wall behind the bar. It must have been nine feet long. I resolved to hang a generator off the ice machine in there so I could drink my alcohol with ice cubes. I mused on how my 'culture' had changed since the separation. I no longer purchased what I wanted with a synthetic good called money. Now, I purchased what I wanted by scarcity or. I was lost in thought that I was surprised him stopped scooty in front of his building. he asked me to accompany him to his flat which I did. it was a 1RK room, well maintained. I sat on the sofa set in silent. he sat near me and asked me what happened. I told him nothing.he understood my position. he told me a lot of things but I was not listening. I recall him saying how it is difficult for him to leave me also. how he enjoyed my company and how he will miss me once back.I don’t know why I. ”With a grin, he buried himself inside me in one stroke. I screamed. Oh my god, his cock felt so good. I felt myself being stretched to my limit and I ground my hips against him in pleasure."Fuck me harder," I told him and I clung to his shoulders.The whole trailer was rocking from the force of his thrusts. I could feel him deep inside me, and it felt like he was made just for me. I dug my nails into his bare shoulders leaving red lines on his tan skin. I couldn't control the little noises that.