Her hair was wavy, parted in the middle and not a single one was grey. Her bust was modest but her nipples were enormous, standing out against her sca...let blouse. She wore black leggings that highlighted her meaty thighs, and expensive heels that clearly hurt her feet. We made small talk about our jobs, pop culture, sports and BDSM over five pints before taking an uber back to her place. Our driver is a Morrocain man who wailed against this era of sin and fornication the entire drive; we did. "Now, hand me thatpackage." She had me turn around as she opened it, then I heard her gaspwith pleasure. I started to turn toward her and she exclaimed, "Don'tyou dare turn around until I tell you! In fact, I'm going to make itso you can't peek." With a gleeful girlish laugh, she reached for the silk scarfwe had used for her stretching massage, and tied it over my eyes. Iheard the rustle of packing paper, and the sound of plastic bags beingripped open. "We'll start with this," she said, and. “What the fuck?” he blurted out as he stepped back a step spewing a guzzle of water from his mouth half way across the hall.“I am so hot for you and I know you don’t have much time. Sorry if I can’t control myself but you are so hot!” I said as I reached up and took his shriveled cock in my hand. His flaccid penis was warm and sweat covered. His fir covered balls hung perfectly, his sack relaxed from the heat of his jock, allowing them to dangle like a perfect pair of ripe fruit just waiting to. We were introduced, then the elder Swarthmore demanded to see his son. “Mr. Swarthmore, Drew is an adult. He has said that he wants to see Mark before talking to anyone else. Mark is the one who got help for Drew, he’s his summer roommate. I think it’s best that we respect Drew’s wishes for now and let Mark talk to him.” Carl had put on his Dr. Chabot hat and was all professionalism. “What’s this all about?” Mr. Swarthmore was insistent on knowing the details of what had happened. “I’m his.