Oh well, at least I brought my military grade mace. I get out my car, stride over to the door, and knock softly. Despite the many times I have done ...his, nervous adrenaline still courses through me. Even though I'm fairly confident that this girl isn't a fake, I still look over my shoulder and have to keep my breathing in check. Last thing I need is some set up by gang bangers, or even worse cops. Seconds pass by. The door opens. A mousy brunette with glasses appears before me. She smiles.. A bit later we were talking while we had another cigarette of course to lads together the talk turned to sex and girlfriends, something I had been without for six months. I don't quite know how it got round to jerking off, but ten minutes later I had admitted to jerking off other guys and having been sucked off by a guy. Nothing happened at that time and we both had another tot of rum before settling down for the night with the thought of an early start in the morning, as usual I stripped down. ''''its daddy''the leggings drop he kissed his new boy feeling his small smooth frame''here get back on your chair''daddy pull itthe cock toy , white 7 ib like daddy up and wet from the content humping he sat the boy back down his panty crotchless ass slided back on the toy and daddy opened his computerhe turn the speeker on and put his cock outthe boy mouth wide open he took him , like a good fag , a very happy little asian fag sit on his cock toy, training for daddy ''you must have train on. She was wearing a tight tank top with no bra, and booty shorts. She looked no older than a high school sophomore! my paranoia came creeping back in full force, I had to wonder if this was a sting operation. I walked in and we hugged. She was very friendly and present. We started chatting and she was an absolute delight to talk with, very engaging and upbeat, very positive. She was new to the business and we discussed different aspects of it, pricing, boundaries, and what we were gong to do..