.he's hot! I hope he'll do it...I'd give anything to see you sucking his dick...or letting him fuck you!" Jamie worked for the police department...she...was a 911 dispatcher. I assumed the guy she was talking about was another dispatcher. We fucked, then, and it was hard, rough sex...and she even told me she wanted it in her own ass, which we do occasionally, but usually not on the spur of the moment like that. But she was gasping in pleasure as I stroked my whole cock into her ass, and telling. . "Of course I can talk, moron! Now, who the hell are you!", I am calm. Well, calmer than I should be. Yes, I know I am nude now, but I sooo... rarely mind that. Oh well. I seldom remember my former partners, maybe he is one of them... He seems blocked, though. Pensive. He still stares at mine taco shell, but thinks of something else."Well?", I jump from the pedestal. I need to get out, get some clothes, go back home. Even if I will need to sleep with professor Hippie... or kick his butt.When. She was very particular, wanted me to be shaved, clean and nice cologne. I bought a wine for her as I learned she loves it. I reached her place behind IIM Bangalore in Bennarghatta Road a good locality. To my surprise and joy she was alone with her maid as her husband was traveling. The living room was nice and romantic with nice aromatherapy candles and flowers. She was wearing a normal kurta and leggings; that itself was an instant turn on for me. She was giving instructions to her maid to. So I apologized and then begged him to let me go with a warning. He refused at first but then he told me to come inside to talk about it. There was very little talking once I went into his house. He got right to the point and told me that he would forget the whole thing but only if I gave him a blowjob. I sucked plenty of dick by then and if Mr. L was hot or even mildly attractive to me I would have accepted the deal with a smile on my face. But I had zero sexual interest in him so sucking his.