." "I'm calling the cops!" theman cut him off. "Go ahead," Jeff smirked,"I'm protecting a young lady. You're the poor impotent bastard who has to pay ...o get a blow job." "Fuck you." Still holding his bleeding nose, theman climbed into his truck and sped away. The Goth Girl slowly stood up and looked over at Jeff. "Jesus," she said,"how did you do that? How did you break his nose?" Jeff looked down at his hands - theywere stained with the man's blood but they weren't shaking with rage or nerves.. They assured me it was wonderful and went on about their work. As I watched them I notice the height of the cross I was on. It was perfect "cock height." Anyone would have access to me anywhere, because the cross was narrow enough so that it looked as if I was floating in air at perfect height to be fucked. I was already imagining what all this would feel like when one of the young gentlemen asked me to raise my head. They had a beautiful mask for me. It looked like the ones ladies wear at. We talked for a while,and I flirted with her eyes then suddenly asking for her phone number if in future I had any difficulty.She gladly gave me and that’s how our WhatsApp chats started.After some days of chatting, I came to know she is married to some wealthy guy and everything and then I naughtily joked of dating her if she was not married.Suddenly I got the most amazing yet surprising reply! What’s the problem in a coffee with a married woman??I said alright I am game!! She said let’s go in. She then turned on the music and started to tease me by removing her pajama first. I can see her bare thighs with a perfect skin tone.My mini-me started to arise. I then removed my pant and was in my boxers. She could see the bulge and started to giggle. She slowly removed her top sleeve and now I could see her milky boobs and pink erected nipples. She was dancing and I could see her boobs bouncing to the tune.That made my dick to a full length. I can imagine the boobs hitting my face and I.