Occasionally one would befriend me, but that's just what it was, friends. Whenever their schoolmate touch would light a fire in me, I was quickly rebu...fed. After all, we were just friends and nothing more. In the aftermath, they'd flaunt their more-than-friends affection with another right in front of me. You were there to relieve my need and bring peace back to my inflamed nether regions.That geometry class where I was the only guy in a room full of cruel teenage girls was the coup de grace.. Since I spoke no Farsi, or whatever language they used, they felt comfortable speaking around me. They were also relaxed after my visits so some of them spoke freely on the disposable phones. I didn’t understand them, but I did transmit the conversations. The Hijab was perfect for the chore. Sometimes I was forced to strip naked, at those times the transmitter continued to broadcast from the veil hanging on a nail somewhere.I trusted Watson to make recordings on the digital recorder hidden in. He had NO hair at all! No eyebrows, no eye lashes no body hair at all! He was as pale as a new born baby with NO hint of a tan line at all. It was slightly freaking me out. The only thing that kept me from running out was this guy had one hell of a firm body and I was hoping when he rolled over his cock was as big as he was.After about a half hour of massaging and licking his body and ass and reaching under and massaging his cock to hardness, I asked him to turn on to his back..When he did. .. listen. You've been babysitting for us a long time now and you've always done a very good job and all and you've always been very respectful of our house." Well... thanks," she said, her gleam fading a little at my tone."You're welcome. But the reason I bring this up is because... well... after the last time you babysat for us... when we went out to dinner... uh... I found a... uh... a condom wrapper in the couch cushions."The gleam dissolved like sugar in hot tea. Her face instantly flushed.