I controlled the descent as they lowered down his legs, making sure he felt them go down as I rubbed them against his legs. I had him raise one foot, ...hen the other as I removed the jeans, and pitched them aside. I saw his cock outlined against his shorts and he liked what I was doing. It was straining to get out and I let it. But first, I reached down inside and grabbed his shaft and stroked it just a little as I kissed him deeply. No, he couldn't touch or hold me. I was in control. I felt his. He is the hottest man I had ever seen. He was tall a little over 6 feet was my guess. Muscular without overdoing it. With piercing green eyes, and short brown hair. As we shake hands I feel a spark between us. It was lust at first sight for me. I didn’t want to let go of his hand. He just smiled at me and slowly let go of my hand. As I walked towards my office I couldn’t help but look back at him as I opened my office door. I caught him staring at my ass. When he saw me catch him looking he. But none were there that night. I sat and had a couple of beers, listened to the music, and watched a belly dancer do her thing. That only made things worse because she came to my table, put her tits almost around my nose, and gyrated her hips is the most sensuous seductive way. I got a boner that was hard enough to plow a field with. How damned frustrating can things get??? I decided to go back to the site and lock myself in the crypto room and fuck my fist the rest of the night. Mahmood was. "Your cock's so fucking big.... I need both hands to stroke it all....." "When I saw your big, hard cock bouncing in front of me... I knew I had to take it.... Then I saw you jacking off.... Your cock was so fucking hard, my pussy was getting so fucking wet...."Drips of precum squirted out of the head of my dick as her right hand rubbed it around, coating the entire length of my rock hard shaft. She was breathing heavy and I was groaning under the pleasure of her hands. I knew I was going to.