I was shaken out of my daze by a big strong hand rubbing me through my pants; I looked over and saw Kris smiling at me. I smiled back, but he started...to go lower and lower with his mouth trailing down my shirt, he made sure no one was looking and started to unbuckle my belt. And he quietly pulled down my zipper and started to pull and tug on my dick, causing me to buck my hips a bit. I ran my fingers through his hair, and rested my hand on his head. I was not going to force him farther than. “Hello Tristan” Julie said as she opened the door, “Please come in” she said inviting me in. Now Julie was a good looking woman, short blonde hair, a few freckles and wore glasses. She was dressed in a floral summer dress and was bare foot, she had an elegant air about her and the first thing I noticed was she smelt nice. “Come through to the garden and I will show you what needs doing” she said leading the way, I remember thinking what a lovely figure she had. We reached the garden which had a. I trembled with excitement and no small amount of disbelief. In spite of his fame and talent, he made me feel at ease, perhaps even more? A tiny ripple of vanity coursed through my being and I felt a trickle of moisture escape from my sacred hollow and run down my legs. The dark inflammatory fantasy of sex rose in my body and mind like a demon. I shook where I stood. He explained to me that he felt I was the perfect model for some of these iconic women who defied the popular image of voluptuous. She bent down to pick it up, revealing her irresistible deep cleavage to the stunned youngster. Neema looked straight into his eyes for a good 5 seconds. She was making sure he had an unforgettable view of her.Taking out the dirty pair of panties from her bag, she handed it to the room-boy. He gladly accepted it. It was the biggest tip he had ever received, and worth more than any amount of money, to him, then. He just couldn’t wait to smell Neema, in it.But, before he moved an inch, Neema went.