But a billionaire?Three times over? Oh My God. Throw in a few expletives while you're at it! God Damn!"I'm richer than Donald Trump." I said through m... slack-jawed daze."you're richer than quite a few billionaires," Michael laughed. "The Forbes 400 is a list of the 400 richest Americans and you are richer than almost three hundred of them." How does this work then?" I asked through my slowly weeping eyes. I was crying tears, not of joy, not of pain or anger, but tears of uncertainty. I had no. I could feel it on the roof of my mouth as he shot rope after rope of his sweet nectar down my throat. I cleaned him off one more time and as I tucked him back into his shorts, I thanked him. The Mayor was amazed when I informed him that he was my first and when he offered to take my anal cherry, I accepted heartily. He was very gentle with me and had me relaxed and well dilated before he took me from behind. Later he took me while I lie on my back with my legs up and spread apart. I enjoyed. "Here you may in fact call me Ted, as though you are yourself a guest ... understood?" Yes ... Ted," I said enjoying the sound and ability to say that, it felt at least to me, a bit more intimate, more comfortable."Good, now then ... feel like indulging me a bit?" he asked. "For my own personal amusement and reasonings?"Maybe it was, perhaps that's really all it was, but even then I felt it to be a test, reminding myself that even what he'd asked me to do earlier, I'd found easy enough to do. The doctors said it was from her huge tits. Anyway Robin rolled onto her back and said, “I hate my tits! They’re gross! I want reduction surgery!” I said, “Why? You have the best tits of any girl I know!” Robin half smiled and said, “Really? You never said that before!" Robin asked, “Do you really like them?” I asked, “Would you show them to me?” With that Robin sat up on the edge on the bed then stood up. She told me to sit where I was and to not laugh. I promised not to laugh. I was.