Very sexy. The bench was low, his cock just above my nose. I started gently rubbing behind his cock head, then across the top with a couple of fingers... moving his goo over the tip and crown. ‘I’m getting close,’ he said. ‘Maybe I should cum in your mouth so I don’t get it all over your clothes and the porch.’ Ahh, the magic words. I love sucking cock. Especially when it is soft and small. I like to slowly suck it and feel it grow and grow. Feeling the head rub the top of my mouth. My thoughts. I couldn’t go back to sleep and figured I’d might as well read the reports Nina typed up. I got up and put on a pair of short pants and opened the door to the office. At first I didn’t see her standing by the widow, but as I walked closer to the desk she was clearly looking at me over her right shoulder. “Nina?” “I…I couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry; I’ll go back to my room. This is so embarrassing!” I started to reach for the desk light switch. “No! Please no.” “Nina, what’s wrong?” She jumped. Bette meekly folded her hands in her lap and waited to hear what I had to say. Quickly, I filled the girls in on the meeting, and especially my conversation with Carol afterwards, except I did not tell them what the tape showed. That knowledge would have been too dangerous for them. Their eyes grow round as the implications of Carol’s threat sank in. Louise spoke first. ‘What should we do?’ I had the faint glimmerings of an idea, but nothing concrete. My instincts warned me not to confide too. A girl in her early twenties arrived with a large jar in her hand. She wore a simple dress made of a material which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I wondered if she had another job in the sex business."Is that the only size you have?" I asked when she handed me the jar."I thought you had asked for extra large, didn't you?" Oh, I'm sorry. I misunderstood the question. I didn't know he had asked what size I wanted." What did you think I meant by 'small, medium, large,.