I have a splitting headache and have to get up early in the morning for a meeting."How many times had I heard that story? Way too many fucking times, ... can tell you. It always pissed me off to be the one who was expected to yield, but this time it went way beyond pissed off. I felt a rage growing in my gut that was not going to be possible to contain before somebody was hurt--badly. I'm not a violent man, but enough is sometimes just too fucking much. This happened to be "sometime".My only hope. In every store Gina did the talking and I just stood there like amannequin trying some things on and keeping the lowest profilepossible.At about five in the afternoon we drove back, I felt a mix oftiredness, accomplishment and fear. Everything related to Jorge and thehouse started being terrifying to me, also traffic was terrible and the15 minute drive took us almost an hour, at 15 past 6 it was too late tostart a meal from scratch so I ordered some takeout and tried topresent it in the best. His fingers slid so smoothly under my underwear’s elastic. I was trying very hard to control my mood. Finally, he went back to my legs and pulled off my underwear slowly to my ankles.There was a pause. I kept my eyes closed.I felt something warm pouring onto my dick and I realized he was pouring the oil on my dick. I was half hard. He started massaging my dick! He pulled back my foreskin and it felt heavenly. I am straight but at that moment, his hands felt like feather touch. The oil made it. What's yours?" he asked. "Jay." I replied. "Nice to meet you Jay. This your first time here? I can tell." Bill was a very upfront kind of guy, a no-bulshitter man. I looked him over and my eyes stopped to look at his crotch. His member was become hard and he was beginning to strain the fabric of his khakis. "You've got what seems to be a nice package down there. Mind if I take a closer look?" said Bill. I was shocked at what he said, he gave me time to reply and refuse but I just.