I was quiet and just did what I was told. I stripped down. “Come over and let’s do a little comparison for Sarah.” I came over and he got right ...eside me. Our cocks stuck straight out but he was easily twice as long and twice as thick as me. I was in awe. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his magnificent cock. Sarah knelt down and grabbed both of our cocks and started sucking James. “Go back over to that chair boy.” Who was he calling boy? Me? Holy fuck this was strange. I did what I was. This sort of meeting went on for a couple of weeks resulting according to Anne with him wanting the two of them to have sex, the problem being he lived with his parents and not wanting to take a married woman to a hotel, though I think he was just short of funds. Of course Anne wasn't going suggest our home due to the fact this was supposed to be a big secret from her husband. In the end I suggested going parking in Belair National Park, some of the areas are totally deserted from one day to. 'turn around slag and take off your thong. then lift your skirt and bend over so I can see that slut arse'As I obeyed him and leant forwards I felt his hands on my arse groping it his fingers digging in spreading my cheeks his finger poking in my arsehole as he moaned 'mmmmmmmm tight little hole' after a few minutes poking at my arsehole he told me to turn to face him and as I did I saw he had opened his shirt and dropped his trousers his cock poking out from his grey Y fronts. He reached. Actually, Dante Rodriguez didn’t believe in putting pressure on his customers; it, pressure, was bad business; they always came back if they didn’t feel threatened or, well, pressured; it gave them, the customers, the illusion that they were in control when in fact it was nature, well and the chemicals, that controlled the lot of them. He smiled as he made his way out of the grocery store and to his fancy British sports car which he’d parked at the far side of the lot: there’d be no dents from.