He stood a foot away looking down at me with a very strange look on his face.“Are you okay Jamey?” he asked.“I think so but my hands are tied. C...n you free them Brent?”“He didn’t hurt you Jamey I hope.”“Not really” I said.There was a weird look in his brown eyes which made me nervous so I lowered my gaze from his face. Unfortunately when I did that and with me being on my knees his crotch was right at my eye level and I noticed two things right away. The first was that Brent’s zipper was open. Unlike the bat who is too smart to rely on a small mouth to catch his prey, we puny humans insist on catching a thrown football with nervous, seemingly slippery digits barely able to hold a pencil let alone a projectile spinning at a high rate of speed having no handles with whence to grasp it.Beginning in my sophomore year at college, I made numerous attempts to find glory playing football. My coaches were simply aghast that I could throw a football with such great accuracy and distances to. The window I’d given him to ring or text was 09:00 – 10:00 and at 09:02 I got a text asking me if I had got the address and was I ok. I thanked him for the details and told him I was fine. He replied again telling me to relax – he wouldn’t be offended if I lost my nerve to which I replied I would be ok, I’d just take things slowly. I’d estimated the journey would be around 45 minutes to one hour but ended up sat two streets away with twenty minutes to spare. Again I nearly drove off but. Then she did something I’ve only imagined she slipped my dick inside her mouth and started bobbing her head back and forth. This caused indescribable pleasure for me. Her mouth was so warm and tight. Pretty soon, I was close to cumming, but she stopped and looked up at me with her innocent smile. Hell, I guess I judged her wrong.I lifted her to her feet before bending her over the toilet seat and pulling up the nice little black and red checkered skirt she was wearing. I noticed she’s wearing a.