I’ve told you of his insatiable love of S/M and bondage. I’ve also told you a tale of my relationship with Charles, his driver. Now I’d like to ...elate the details of an encounter with Rene which occurred near the end of our nearly 2 year involvement. Charles and the Rolls Royce Silver Cloud called for me at my condo the same as he had so many times previously. I must point out that this encounter occurred prior to the occasion upon which Charles and I had become, shall I say, intimately. It felt warm in my hand and flopped out long and hard. Wow, I said. Are they all so big? Not all, he said with a smirk. So modest, I teased, grasping it gently and starting to stroke it. He looked like he was really enjoying it but he was staring at me transfixed, probably still wondering if this was really happening. Meanwhile his cock was getting harder and longer in my hand. Why are you doing this? he asked. Because I like you, idiot, I teased, stroking it faster. He groaned and thrust. .Wo ek duplex flat tha…Unhone darwaja khola bola under aao..Us waqt wo ghar ke kapde me the punjabi suit aur gahr me hone ke kaaran dupatta bhi daala nahi tha to halki si clivage dikhiUnhone muje pani diya aur bola wait me change karke ati hu wo upar room me gaye aur sleve less t-shirt n track pahan ke aaye.. Me to dekhta hi reh gaya fir bole ki yaha sayad jagah kam padegi chalo upar jate hai mene bola ok….Fir wo aage jaa rahe the aur me unke pichhe jaa raha tha..Unke hips jese up down ho rahe. My cock was concealable with a strategically placed towel, as I headed for the locker-room. I skipped the shower for obvious reasons and went straight to my locker. I could have gone back to the stall and jacked off again to maybe reduce the size of my cock, for a while anyway, but a big cock is just what I needed for my newly formed plan. Luckily I was alone in my isle of the locker-room. I looked through my locker and found an old pair of supper baggy shorts I’d used for a drag suit last.