He seemed okay with it, so Tyler massaged his growing bulge. Mike was moaning again, a little louder this time. Tyler kept massaging Mike's covered co...k until we pulled up to his house. Tyler removed his hand, making Mike whimpered a little. Once he noticed where we were, he readjusted himself and got out of the car with us.Once inside, Tyler said, "I'm making myself a drink. Anybody else want one?"Walker, Mike, and I said yes. Nothing wrong with relaxing and unwinding with some drinks. And. He always encouraged me. "Explore your sexuality," he urged. "Go and do it, enjoy, have a good time. I will be here when you come home." I just wasn't sure it was real. We would find out now, to be certain, for I was going to let this man have me. I knew that, too."Stand up," he directed, his hand ceasing to tantalize me.I stood. The remains of my shift drifted to the floor, looking much like a discarded rag. I stood naked before this stranger in his tuxedo, awaiting his next move.He shucked. ..it's personal, that's why they call them personaldays...I'm taking another one tomorrow...no, I'm sorry, but I'm tied up thewhole weekend...I can be there early Monday, of course...I see...well, ifRandall Platt is going to be there, then I'll need to have Jack Mumfordthere as well...I see that, yes, but he's my attorney and I will not attendthe meeting without him...well, if that's the case, the lawyers can decidehow to proceed..."Sharon could hear Jocelyn's tone hardening and touched her. . like the girl in this particular port when Eddie starts touring,” he said.“That might work for both of them,” said Cheryl. “Occasional friends and fuck buddies.”“But there’ll probably be groupies.”“Even better,” Cheryl chuckled. “Mary likes to watch.”The buzzer sounded and Moe let Ken in. A handsome young man, impeccably styled, from his short, dark hair in a slight pompadour, to his light gray summer suit and deep blue v neck cotton shirt that set off his eyes, and even his burgundy dyed.