Stroked him for only a minute or so before he said how good it felt and that he wae going to cum. He shot his load all the way up to his chest, his hi...s working in unison with my hand. I kept stroking him, his cum started started running down onto my hand. I slowed my pace until he said he was good. Now, it was finally my turn and my cock was literally aching to blow it’s load. I laid down on the floor a started to stroke my cock with the hand that I just used on John. It still had some of his. . Foster's nothing compared to them!" I know. I'll talk with her, but she may have her own reasons for not filing a complaint. It'd be her word against his anyway, and she's already got enough challenges. But I agree, after what she's been through it won't be because she's afraid of him." Yes'm," I agreed, but mentioning Hadiya's challenges made me think of something else. "Is she going to be in The Program, being Muslim and everything?" By everything you mean her scars and amputations?". They made a beeline for the small treatment room where Tim had been waiting until his father found the doctor.“Oh, good, here you are. What has the doctor said?” his mother asked.“I haven’t seen one yet. Dad said to stay here while he went to get a doctor to come and see me,” Tim answered and immediately felt terrible for his father.“What the hell? Why didn’t he have someone waiting for when we got here? I gave him plenty of time when I called for him to set this all up for you. We need to find. I was genuinely nervous now.He came back in, saw what I was wearing and instantly said, “Sir, you’ll have to remove your underwear and wear the white one. Otherwise, the oil will come on it and it will smell. I’ll go out while you change.” He walked out leaving me confused. But, I took off my underwear and wore the white one on top. It was extremely thin and you could almost see through it and see my dick!I convinced myself that it would be professional since it’s a well-known parlor. I decided.