We went in and he got twobeers. I drank one and looked around. There was quitea bit of photography stuff around and a few photos ofk**s my age in "roc...star" looking poses. I asked whathe did and he said he worked as a photographer for atravel magazine. He broke out a large portfolio withphotos of exotic places. A second beer and we moved onto the second portfolio. This one was heavier. i pagedthrough and found dozens of nude younger boy photos.Most of them had little or no pubic hair. This made. V. The sun was all but gone and it was very dim.We started kissing. She knew how to use her tongue. Her teeth clacked against mine and her lips pressed hard against my neck and mouth. Then she did the most curious, yet delightful thing.....She pressed her lips against mine and made a seal. Then she blew hard into my mouth, puffing my cheeks out as her breath entered in. Her breath smelled and tasted of liquor, which I've always found to be very sexy.The pressure of the seal she made and the air. I eventually opened the parcel and there it was, the Firetrap Harrie Jacket... One of the many jackets that had started my jacket fetish/ collection... I didn’t know where to begin with it at first, was I to strip completely naked, try it on and have a wank whilst wearing it? Was I to lay it on my bed and give it a good fuck like I had fantasized for years? Or was I to simply wrap it around my cock, give it a fuck that way and cum all over it?I picked it up and the feeling of holding the jacket. Feel free to yell, I love hearing your pain. Two. You'll do as I ask, and like it. Three, you'll always beg for more. I don't care if you're on the verge of death. And finally, call me sir. I'm sir, and you're my slut.'' he took the rag out of Izzy's mouth. ''got it?'' Izzy swallowed a lump in her throat. ''yes sir'' she quietly moaned. He looked satisfied and climbed over Izzy's face a put his 8 inch cock in her face. ''suck.'' he demanded. But she kept her lips tightly sealed. ''mmmmm. Looks.