Donald Linsky, Cosmopolitan Fire Surety, Boston, Massachussetts. A polaroid fell from the folded corporate letterhead."Dear Mr. Jackson,As you can see...from the enclosed, I am enjoying the 'merchandise' I purchased from you some time ago. I am thoroughly satisfied and wished to thank you again for your services."I looked at the photo. It was a picture of Meganne Ryan, the pretty blonde newlywed I had transformed into a bar whore/sex act for Vopat and then sold her back to her husband for a tidy. My two friends were both a little irritated because I had spent the night with the guy that they made me talk to; so technically it was their own fault. I promised to take them to a movie to make up for it and they seemed content with the idea. Since it was a weekday, the nightclub had closed at two instead of three-thirty, so it was still pretty early in terms of nightlife. Just three and a half hours ago I had met David and now I couldn't stop thinking about our heated encounter, and how. When Jean opened the door from the garage to the kitchen she did hear anything at first, then there was the droning on of the television in the den. It ws just after ten and she figured that Linda already had Mark in his bed and was probably spread out on the couch watching TV... she hoped that she hadn't fallen asleep, that would never do, someone had to be awake to make sure that Mark was alright. Her feet ached from standing so long at the party so she slipped off her heels and walked out to. Before long, I was on my blanket with my hands working my tiny dick while the cool air rushed over my hard nipples. I looked over just in time to see a gentleman walking toward the area I was in, but I could tell he wasn't a truck driver. This was someone's daddy or husband. I continued fondling my tiny balls, with my eyes slightly closed and moaning softly, when a voice said, "That looks enjoyable.". I opened my eyes to see a man about in his late 50's jerking a sizable cock towards my.