I did wonder why he couldn’t stay in a hotel, but that would have cost money. Something that Mark always appeared to have a lot of, but for all I ev...r saw any of it; I suspected he was intending to take it to his grave with him.Yeah you got it, he never offered us a penny for his board and lodging. Not that I necessarily would have taken it anyway; but it would have been nice of him to have offered something. Or come to that, even have said goodbye to me; I came home from work one evening, and. I suppose we could get floats ... we have sea endorsement."(Not very authentic, floats.) "Yeah ... and we want to party with the people."(Give me your card number.) "Visa XXXXXXXXXXXX0588"(You're good. See you on the 26th ... not before 7am.) "Bye." Quick, we need tents. Harold?"From the deepest recesses of the B-29 hangar came the call, "Yeah?" Tents! We need tents." Larch and Logan. Grogan's. Take my little trailer." On our way."We had to take his pickup too. No hitch on the Ford.Grogan's. I try to push forward to get another taste of him, but only end up having my hair pulled harder. “Please Sir, let me have your cock in my mouth again.” At that he snickers, slaps my face once more before letting me have my price; his hard steel filling my mouth. I groan when he starts moving his hips. I don’t know what it is with him using me like this, but it has me losing all my wits, only leaving a carnal creature wanting to service her master. He pushes himself deep again, grinding his. I could feel the head pressing against her fingertips. A million emotions ran through me, I couldn’t speak. Her eyes went from mine downward, watching her own hand as she slipped her fingers out of my waistband and slid her hand slowly down the front of my jeans tracing the shape of my cock. I know it was only a few seconds but for me time went into slow motion I felt my legs tremble as her hand reached the base of my shaft gently rubbing my balls. Every fantasy I had ever had couldn’t compare.