What I really required was a different viewpoint. I considered new technology, drones, or hidden cameras beaming pictures to my laptop, but I am a bit...of a technophobe and the whole idea felt somewhat tacky and possibly morally reprehensible. Besides, I've never been much of one for screen porn when the real thing is only a sneak and peek away. I'd scouted out the lie of the land. I'd have to do it in daylight. I couldn't run the risk of the curtains being closed. I'd be vulnerable and. Josh removed his shirt first, he was hairless, smooth skin, small build, almost feminine. To my surprise, when he lowered his pants, a rather large cock was hanging between his legs. It was cut and completely shaven. I asked how big it was and he said, with pride, 9 inches. I haven't handled a cock that big in a long time and it had only happened once! I had to tell myself firmly that this was a masturbation session... nothing more!Josh sat down and got to business, he started dry stroking. I could barely make out the outline of the small tattoo on her lower tummy, a stylized fighting rooster with one bladed foot pointing at Chanticleer's penis. This was the Mexican cock called Chanticleer, the source of her adopted pseudonym. I felt Chanticleer's hand caressing my face until she came to my ear where she firmly dug her long fingernail into the lobe... it hurt like hell."You Pendejo, what are you waiting for? Let the rehearsal commence. Get your faggot mouth around my pene and. .. you grab the shower to start rinsing it all of... your free hand sliding along the newly shaved skin... oh so sensitive... you feel the fingers glide along your balled pussy, down to your lips... spreading them... opening them for the water to rush along passed your clit.You move the head closer, now letting the streams of water caress your clit... Your free hand burying one finger inside your empty hole... the slick wet slipperiness that doesn't come from water covering them...First slow...