I’ve not thought it through yet but if you will leave me your name, address and phone number I will give you a call, probably sometime next week.’...Rose looked down at her customer, this handsome mature man who had just said that he might have a better job for her. Could she trust him? Did she want to? Infringing on her thoughts came the feeling that she quite fancied him, she suddenly felt damp in her panties. ‘Just coffee please! Rose!’ ‘Oh, yes, of course sir!’ She scurried off, her mind in a. " He found out as I leaned forward and started to lick all the precum off his cock shaft and my hands, before concentrating on his leaking knob. He remembers thinking of the blow jobs I had been talking about and thought no way would I do that to him. he was snapped out of his thoughts by me slowly slipping his cock past my lips as I swirled my tongue around his knob and then around the shaft as I slowly took his six inch cock fully in my mouth till his balls were on my chin. The exquisite. Some years back, he owned a fancy restaurant. A woman did him wrong, and he got into the hooch. Lost his fancy restaurant. Then lost his home." Is he ready to end his homelessness?"Yep. Started at CASS but had a setback. Hit bottom again. I got him into AA and talked Darrel at CASS into giving him another try. Worked that time. He's been sober for about a year." Where is he now?" Cookin' at a mission on Van Buren, but still livin' on the street. Takes a good man to live on the street and stay. He was almostin tears, it was nearly eleven already, he couldn't stand the old mantaking him like that again, he couldn't it was terrible, horrible and itjust seemed to make him loose his head, he was as terrified about whatit was doing to his mind as what it did to his body.He leaned against the wall sobbing in frustration, when he noticed anold key hanging beside the hall stand. His heart was pounding as hepicked it up and quivering he tried it in the lock on the old door, itfitted..