I went to the first bar on the list they had told me to check out. I walked in wearing faded bluejeans and a tight gray t-shirt. The bar was about hal... full of men and women and everyone seemed laid back and cool. I sat in the corner booth and ordered a beer. A few drinks in I noticed a stunning, tall, hispanic woman looking at me from the bar. We locked eyes a few times as the night went on. I got the courage to walk over and offer her a drink. As I approached her I got my first full look at. Why?" she was nearly afraid to ask."Well, he's parked over there by the wall, been there for hours. I'll be running along now, can't keep the ol' man waiting too long or he might belt me!" The attractive young blonde girl, her pink schoolgirlish cheeks still streaked from crying, sat in stunned silence as the brassy platinum blonde, clad in cut-off jeans and a man's tee-shirt that was an easy size too small, strolled smugly back to her own car. A giggling pair of teeny- boppers, much younger. My heart sank, excitement fading.Here I am your willing bride. All revved up and ready to go."What a lovely day!" he said as we drove through the town. He glanced at me smiling.Hopeful."Aren't we lucky!"Oh well. Make the best of it. After all, things have improved a bit since Thursday.I sat quietly as Robert drove on this mysterious expedition, picking his way through the mid-morning traffic. I was content, at peace, sitting beside him.The weekend had been good. We'd done the same on both days.. I had to consciously make myself breathe slow and easy. I had to remind myself not to enjoy it too much, at least not to show it. It was a service only, an agreement, albeit an unusual and risque one, between two sensible trusting adults.All this went through my head while I too simultaneously stripped below the waist. Once free of my underwear my naked cock stood there, 6 or more inches up against my body, obvious and stiff, absolutely at its maximum already: this I could not hide. I didn't.