“Well, I called the plumber to fix the bathroom sink, and he already finished fixing it.We owe him like, 80 bucks.” She explained to me. I sighed ...oftly, running my hand through my hair. “That’s a problem.” I said softly as I thought for a moment. “Put him on the phone, maybe I can talk to him.” Kiara hurried over and handed the phone to him. His voice deep and scraggy. “Yeah?” He asked, sounding frustrated, wanting to get on his with his day. I explained to him the situation, that I had. . OH man, there would probably have been the biggest riot in the history of Wiesbaden! I probably wouldn't have gotten out of the stockade until I was 90! That's all assuming that all those women didn't just kill me on the spot!So, I waited my turn at the mirrors, fixed my makeup as best I could, and got myself out of there with a whole skin, thank goodness! When I got out of there, Al was still waiting for me and we went ahead and watched the costume contest. I was well on my way to being. " fancy a blowjob?" Why I said that I will never know until now I had never considered myself gay and here I was offering to suck this guy off. "On the park bench, quick!" He barked and he waddled off to the bench pulling his jeans all the way down as he perched himself on the seat. Quickly I followed him over and crouched beside him taking in the musky smell of his cock. Never having sucked a cock before I asked him how he liked it. "Just fucking suck it, bitch!" Wow , not what I was. I make them the bitches. It's my sweet revenge. And I simply can't get enough of it. Just ask Samuel Philogene here. He's howling like a madman as I ram my dildo into the forbidden depths of his tight asshole. I bet when he met me at that bar near the Montreal International Airport he had no idea that I swung that way. When I told him I wanted to take him to my hotel room and fuck him, he didn't know what I meant. Well, I think he does now. Don't you think?I squeezed his balls hard as I filled.