I was getting hungry for some cock to suck, but I knew that law enforcement periodically visited those theaters, and it just wasn’t worth the risk t... me. After another hour in the cinema I was getting very horny, so I decided that I would just go home and beat off, thinking about all that I had seen at the arcade and cinema.I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street and headed north toward home. After traveling a couple of minutes I spotted a hitchhiker on the side of the well-lit. All the while Lindsay kissed him quietly, using her lips and tongue to make the desire in his gut twist and surge. He had wanted her for so long, it was hard to keep himself from rushing, but each moment was important. Each kiss and caress and murmur meant something to him. He wanted to make love to her, for her to understand how important she was. When he’d released the last button he slid her pajama top off her bare shoulders and looked down. She was more beautiful than he’d imagined was. Helen, as she usually did in such circumstances, volunteered to snap the picture so Peterson and his wife could be in the shot together. In all, it was a fairly standard encounter with a fan. Unfortunately, while Jake was interacting with Peterson on the crowded platform, several other people had taken note of the conversation. Within seconds, word that Jake Kingsley (Yes, that Jake Kingsley) was standing up on top of the Eiffel Tower with them spread like wildfire. People began pushing toward. Daddy just smiled and leaned back. It took me a moment to realize they all had bulges ready to push through their pants as they eyed almost every move I made. One of daddy’s other friends asked me to sit between him and another thug on the sofa. I looked at daddy and he give me permission to sit. They both were telling me how beauty and sexy I looked while rubbing their bulges and my legs. I made an excuse, asking to go to the bathroom. When I got back, it was like daddy told them everything.