He looked pretty hot, she decided. It was time to cull this one from the herd before her friends had enough liquid courage to make their moves."Hey, I...haven't seen you at these things before," she said, sidling up beside the guy."I just transferred here," the guy answered. "I'm Derrick." Michelle," she answered, extending her hand. She felt a jolt of electricity when they shook. This one held promise. "Come dance with me." Oh, that would be a bad idea," Derrick said.Michelle giggled but took. In no time she wants my cock and asks me what I want to do next? I tell her I want her to rim my arse, I stand up and lean forward slightly asshe sits up and pulls my arsecheeks apart and spits on my arse hole, she then leans forward and I feel her tongue on my puckered hole then she forcefully pushes her way in, "my god that feels so good" I tell her as she fucks my hole for a while, within minutes her face is buried into my arse and her tongue deep in me, I feel my cum building up in my balls. I reached inside and his cock was getting hard and it seemed twice as big as mine. I thought to myself that I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed. He took off his shirt, jeans and shorts and lay back on the bed once again. My cock throbbed with the feeling of his pulsing in my hand. He reached over and unbelted and unzipped me as I shucked off my clothes. I went back to playing with his cock and told him he had a nice one. He said that he liked my uncut cock. I took both of our cocks in my hand. This miracle was solely in thanks to my mentor, Kurt Brotz. Despite criticism, possible loss of costumers, and threats, Kurt took me on as his apprentice seven years earlier, in 1933, when I was nothing more than a lanky 16 year old who was unsure of himself and unsure of the world. When I first began working with Kurt I’d assumed that I’d been selected over the many other more capable and suitable boys in my class because Kurt felt he had a debt to repay to my family. My Uncle Oskar had been.