It’s nothing personal, but I don’t have a great track record of being told the truth by men, and, if I can be so bold, having a hunky guy like you...describe me as ‘beautiful’ is a little far-fetched. We can still meet for lunch if you like, but if you want out of this game (assuming it is a game for you), now’s the best time. Sorry if I seem distrustful, but I have to be. There aren’t a lot of cheerleaders on my side of the field, and I have to take care of myself. I’m sure you understand. Well,. Vicky told me she had two kids, one boy and one girl, but she didn’t elaborate on how old they were, and I saw no need to ask. After we finished our coffee, she said, “I suppose I’d better show you the granny flat, and you can tell me what you think.”Vicky took me around to the side of her house, and showed me the granny flat, built onto the house, but with it’s own front and back door, and fully self-contained. It was small, with one bedroom, a small kitchenette, a combined living/dining room,. Some majorly sordid sleaze, some intense debauchery.” She thought for a moment. “Some filth, pure and simple, that's what we need.”“OK,” I said, “How about a good, hard gang fuck up the arse by a cluster of horny bikers?”“All greasy leathers and skanky hair and tattoos,” she added.“Stretched out buck naked over a big, fuck off Harley.” I said.“Not completely naked,” she said, “Heels. We wear heels at a gang fuck. High, strappy, fuck me heels.”“I like that,” I said, and I really did. I imagined. When she finished her talk I suddenly noticed a mark of sperm on Lola’s right cheek, I was gazing on her spellbound, still not realizing what was going on, then I approached her and licked this sperm from her face. After that I rushed into the bathroom and started masturbating furiously: I fancied her lover’s cock coming on my face and it drove me mad.It took me some time to get over what I just experienced and when I recovered my breath, I was ashamed. When they went off I became absorbed in.