I got in and looked at the mischievous look in her eye and she didn’t say a word and just drove off. I knew not to speak and that she was calling th... shots here. “Hey babe. Take your cock out and stroke it for me. I want to see it while I drive,” said Vickie I am already half hard. Being around her just makes me hard. Her legs look amazing in her skirt and I am staring at her nice cleavage. I unzip my pants and take out my cock. I am not wearing any underwear. I know better than to wear. I mean, sure, some of them tell me ahead of time: they want a cheerleader, or a Catholic schoolgirl.” “Even clients with specific requests like that have a particular fantasy. Is the schoolgirl a total slut? Is she shy nerd? Is she the stone fox, mean-girl who bullied him in high school? Has she been bad and needs to be punished by teacher? Or maybe she’s his daughter and the client’s just too chickenshit to admit he wants to be daddy?”“I never knew there were so many kinds of school girls,”. All well defined with 7,9, and 11 inch cocks. As we parted we agreed to meet again the next morning when I got off work. As I approached my stop I was disappointed they weren't there already, but soon they came walking up the walk, shirtless and wearing basketball shorts, and it looked as if they had all gone commando. They were laughing and talking as they approached, I extended my hand to shake and say good mornings, but they grabbed me in a group hug. Introductions were in order and I. Gabriel, meanwhile, took the opportunity to calm himself — confusion rivalled with anger inside, despite no trace of it reaching his face — knowing that the words had been intended to crack his discipline, make him angry. "You still have a chance." A chance for what?" Gabriel looked around, gesturing towards the deformed, twisted mockeries lining the far wall. "For that? Or to be one of Rod, Jane and Freddy here." He nodded towards Marduk's three cohorts with a slight sneer, seeing them edge.