I remained silent.“How about I write out in a letter that we mail to you in my own hand, that I came over here tonight to get a blowjob from you. W... could take it down to the post office, drop it into the slot, and, presto, you’d be covered if I reneged on you.”I decided to call his bluff. I got up and got a pen, paper and an envelope. I rummaged around and found a stamp and I wrote our mailing address on the envelope and handed the paper to Henry. “Ok, I’ll call your bluff, do it, and then. He couldn’t wait. He ripped the flap open and pulled the sheaf of paper out, quickly reading the words she’d written. ‘Chauncey, turn around.’ ‘What?’ ‘I said, turn around.’ ‘But you’ll miss your plane.’ ‘Yes, I will. Just turn around.’ Fifteen minutes later, he was on her doorstep, ringing the bell and anxiously waiting for her to answer the door. She was surprised to find him there. ‘Gale! What are you … ‘ He held up the envelope. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘You weren’t supposed to read that. He took off his suit coat and tie and sat beside me. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my mouth. As he put a tongue on my mouth his hand rubbed the inside of my leg getting closer to my pussy the more his kiss deepened. Then I felt his hand go up under my shirt and he rubbed my tits. He played with my nipples and told me I was so beautiful like my mother was. Soon he lifted my shirt and was kissing and sucking my tits as his hand began to rub my pussy. I pulled the crotch to my thong aside. We walked to the door and thanked Tom and Ian. "See you in a bit!", said Tom, as we walked out of their shop. But just before we stepped out of the door Erik-Jan stopped me. "Damn, do I really have to go out there as a leather queer now?", he asked in despair.I laughed and said that the area was teeming with gay bars and clubs full of bikers, punks and skinheads. And that he would not fall out of tune at all. I put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him outside. We were whistled at in no.