"I sold my clubs with my convertible." Oh, come on, man. You've got to get some kind of life. You look like you've had a boxing match with a box of ki...tens."My phone buzzed in my pocket and I flinched."Anyway, you can borrow my clubs if you want. Hell, I'll sell you my old ones. By which I mean give you my clubs and tell my wife I sold them and drank the proceeds. She'll be so happy they're out of the garage she might give me a blow job." I'll think about it." Oh, come on, you always say. Her pale skin stretched effortlessly to encompass a wide, generous mouth, whose full lips parted from time to time, revealing even white teeth within.She looked across at me a few times, her expression one of disinterest, even disdain. As I looked back, she would drop her eyes. She held her arms crossed, each hand holding just below the opposite shoulder. Her clothing was not particularly stylish — a blouse and a short skirt. Her shoes were not new, and had heels about 2 inches high. She played. 'Let's see what you do with a real cock,' he said, forcing me to kneel down as he unzipped his trousers. 'Enjoy the flavour,' he said, as he shoved his rather large cock into my mouth. It was the first time I ever tasted a cock, and I can't say I enjoyed it. I was in a park, in just high heels and a thong which wasn't even covering me, on my knees sucking cock. 'Good', he said, after a few minutes of struggling with the cock in my mouth. 'Now let's have a look at this ass of yours.' He bent me. He than sat in a chair next to the bed, and he held out his hand, and softly said, “come here”. I walked toward him, my heels clanked agains the tile floor, as I slowly made my way over to him. As I approached he grabbed my hand softly and guided me closer to him. I was now standing between his legs as he sat back in the chair. We looked in each others eyes. I then looked down to notice that his 8.5 cut and fully shaven cock was beginning to rise. I looked back in his eyes. He pulled me even.