I developed a thick skin over the years but some comments still hurt. For this reason, I stick to hanging out with my boys and I’m a good friend to ...hem and vice versa. The way I worked things out, my life got simpler and a lot happier. When I looked up from the computer, I saw Kyle had left Linda and was now talking to the hunky Steve Whitman. Steve is a tall, handsome Black stud who’s on the football team. He’s sexy as hell. I knew Kyle liked him but I told Kyle to be careful since I thought. This was his chance, he leaned around the corner and announced, "I'm going upstairs to make one final check, I'll just be a few minutes," and after giving him a fast look and a nod, she went back to her conversation, while not giving him a second thought! Dan fairly bounded up the stairs, but instead of checking the upstairs entry points, he went straight to the master bedroom where he opened up a wall vent that was next to the ceiling and quick as a flash installed the micro camera and. Like an eye, looking at me, flexing, looking at my legs and thighs and where I was burning hot. My mind was full of words: ‘hungry,’ ‘starved,’ ‘huge,’ ‘wet,’ ‘cunt.’ My starving cunt! I began to relax on the soft pillows. James’ hands smoothing my thighs, petting my cunt with approval--encouragement... adjusting my position on the pillows telling me sweet, naughty things. I was relaxing, readying for my role as lamb..James leaned over me, kissing and licking my mouth, and I tensed in. I normally chat longer with somebody to feel safe before meeting, but I had a feeling this was okay. Plus I was so horny by now just thinking about that huge cock of his. I walked down the street and stood in front of his door. He looked out the window, waved and the door buzzed me in. I went upstairs and his door opened on the third floor. There he stood in front of me naked with his thick pale shaved cock hard as a rock pointing right at me. With a smile and his Greek accent he asked me, “Is.