”“Kara showed me. Thanks.”“Dial 011 then 46 for Sweden, then 31 for Göteborg.”“011? Not 00?” she asked.“Correct.”She went to call h...r parents and I waited in the great room with Kara.“She seems really nice!” Kara said. “But then all your friends are really nice.”“I certainly think so!” I said.A minute later Sofia came into the room, “«Far vill prata med dig.»” (“Dad wants to talk to you.”)I got up and walked towards my office and heard Sofia tell Kara that her dad wanted to talk to me. I picked. 5 inches, and thicker than most. I slowly wrap my hand around the knob of flesh, pumping it a little as I lick the tip. It surprises me, his silence. Normally my tormentors are vocal. They can see me via the video feed, of course, but that is never enough. They always want to command me. Control me. Feel that rush of power, I guess.But this man, he is deathly quiet. He says nothing as I began sucking on his cock. Even as I slide my tongue to cradle his underside, smothering him with my mouth,. I got on tip-toes almost out of habit and leaned forward to the switch.“Ready?” I asked.“Yep, give it a whirl” Joe replied.I flicked the switch on and the waste disposal roared into life as Joe held it loose in his hand.“We have a winner!” Joe triumphed. “OK, off!”I switched off the waste disposal and remaining with my feet in the same position, straightened and leaned back to look down on Joe. A quick calculation of angles based upon the position of Joe’s head and my gaping womanhood told me. At that time I was 23. One of the girl was very fair and had lovely skin. They used to stroll on the same road I used to jog. After noticing them, I took my chance and wished them, they also reciprocated. After a couple of days, I found out the route they took for strolling and jogged in the same direction. This way I could watch the girls from behind and enjoy view of their body.Once I came near, I would slow down and chitchat. Rourkella is a conservative town, the girls told me that I must.