His dick was beautiful, it had a nice thick head, cut and with a big upwards curve. He was maybe a little longer than average but definitely thicker. ...e was also approximately 30 years older than me and had a really thick bush (Normally I am against a hairy dick, but the fact it was hairy served as a reminder that he was much older which just made it hotter for me). So I was bent over in the front seat in broad daylight, with light traffic passing by, with this older guys gorgeous cock down my. I guess you're Pete." Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, umm... Queen Cobra... obviously that's not your real name, so I'll call you... ?" You'll call me Queen," she said, motioning for him to sit in a loveseat. She walked to the sofa opposite him, sat down, and drew her legs up. "Remember the rules of this interview, Pete. You were never here. What you will write about will not contain any names, or real places, not even the name of this town. That was the deal." Of course," he chuckled nervously.. "Really. Take it. I like you, even if you don't do what I've asked. How's that?" He smiled again.I hesitated, but then I took the money, feeling excited as I did.I stuffed the cash in my pocket. I could have walked away right then and there, but something held me back.The older man (who's name was Harold, or so he had said) smiled at me. "Come on," he finally said. "All I'm asking is that you do a little jacking off so that I can watch. What's so hard about that? It ought to be easy for a. You're stiff, and my moist breath bathes the underside of your twitching shaft as it lies parallel to your stomach, exposing your smooth sack."I always knew you had the balls to take me on, lad. I think I'm going to play with those."Your bound hands search for my head, and I move away slightly."No touching."You stop and clasp your fingers together, fighting the urge to thrust up.I can see my nectar all over you, but not enough on your sack. Again, I rub my hands into my pussy, giving myself a.