Better get back home andmake good use of my remaining time."Jess and I showed them to the door. Mason reached into his purse againand pulled out a pai... of sunglasses that he gently placed upon his face.Wow, if he didn't look like a supermodel before, he definitely did now.Before he left he bent over and whispered into my ear, "Thanks for beinga good friend. I'm sorry I kept my secret from you." He kissed me on thecheek and walked out with Hailey's father in tow, his high heels clickingloudly.As. I had never drank before. So I denied and said”Thanks sir I do not drink”.He said ” dont worry it wont harm you and you will enjoy it”. I took the glass and started drinking and then he too. He finished his glass and poured again in it while I was taking my first one. Both of us were quite nude and I was able to see his cock and my eyes were not removing from it. It was still rock hard while Ashok mama’s cock became limp if we were not love making or took any short break too. This thing made me. We’re tall, good-looking, smart, and completely without remorse. That’s who and what we are. My grandfather Boris was like that, according to my grandmother Clara. Ruthlessness runs in my genes. So why do I fight the Sociopaths if I’m one of them? That’s a very good question. I mean, I know how it all sounds. A guy from a long line of bad guys claims to fight the bad guys. It sounds fishy. Why is he doing this? What’s in it for him? I’ll answer those questions soon enough. I started out just. .. what's... wrong. You... Me.. .Us... This." I found just a tiny bit of strength and pushed him away. "Tell me you don't want this." Calvin took my hand and placed it on his beating chest as he looked deep into my conflicted dark eyes. In unison we moved our hands together down to his throbbing beast in his pants... "I'm married." I closed my eyes and squeezed his hard dick as I spoke those words. Calvin nibbled on my ear as I held his thick meat. Mental snapshots of Calvin fucking.