I wanted to massage and press his cock. But I was in confusion that what my brother will think about me. The more I thought, the more I wanted his coc....It was hard and tight and must be 6 inches long and considerably thick. I was wet in my clothes. My hand was moving on his thighs constantly. I felt his cock becoming tighter and harder because of my hand. I felt ashamed but my mind wanted his monster. It wanted to get fucked hard with this cock.This continued for five minutes and then he opened. "I said again, "It's about a job."Candy replied, "What job can you do little boy, and are you needing thetoilet and just how old are you?"I replied saying, "Ms. Vanderbilt has a job for a garden boy, no I'm ok,I have just turned 18"Candy said, "What's your name?" and the furniture in the entrance halllooked expensive and there was an abundance of flowers. She put her armaround me saying, "I will take you to Ms. Vanderbilt."I told her my name and as we walked she pulled me closer to her. That. I taught him just about everything he knows. What do you think of my guy?"Well, that was easy, Owen was drop-dead gorgeous. Six-one, ripply muscles, wavy blond hair, not an ounce of fat on him, he could easily be a model ... or a porn star, I thought."Well, I think you're pretty lucky to have such a good looking guy and one who's so nice as well. I hope I can find someone like him someday as well."We talked a bit longer, then all went to bed. I read for a while, then turned out the light and. Feeling mildly claustrophobic, she took deep breaths, trying to ignore the jostling of sweaty unknown flesh behind her and the occasional opportunistic male hand, as each station saw a few departures and the press of even more bodies into the carriage.She was beginning to regret having worn a dress now, the wraparound design meaning it was held together solely by one loose knot of the belt on her hip. Not having anticipated that it would be this busy she hadn't thought of the effect that.