He was so calm about the whole thing unlike her. She didn't want him to think he was repulsive, but it didn't appeal to her the idea of sharing a bed ...ith a 'stranger'. Picking up her bag, she took the key and went upstairs.The room was the only one on the third floor with an ensuite, it was fairly large, and had plenty of windows to let light in. From what she could tell, it must've been the attic at one point from the ceiling and space. The bed looked more like a king-size, a table with a. “Why don’t you slide down and lick the head of my cock,” I suggested. “I don’t know,” he replied. I said, “You never will till you try it. “ Slowly he slid down, holding my cock and then started to lick my head. After a moment or two he slid my cock into his mouth. I let him get used to feeling a hard cock in his mouth and he started to slide his wet lips up and down my raging cock. I gently put my hand on his head and started to pump my cock into his hungry mouth, my other hand starting to. You just aren't good enough.You are the social outcast. The person nobody wants to deal with. Youare friendless. The few who try take pity on you and offer tokengestures. Those who are wise steer clear of you, you just aren't worththe effort.You first came here hoping to be a new person. You never change. Thingsnever change. People are people and you always find a way of offending,upsetting, angering people.Your work seemed to do OK, but you know better. It's just run of themill crap, stuff you. Theresa gave the customary soft hello type grin as I looked down at thefloor avoiding eye contact without saying a word, slumping towards theback as mercifully there were no more stops and the door opened at thelobby.We got out, as the elderly woman stayed on heading to the basement andhappily there was no one in the small lobby. At night thankfully thelobby was unattended but just the clicking of my heels on the granitetile seemed like I was tossing a firecracker with each step as the.