As he ran his fingers through the stitching and seams of the shirt, his eyes never left her crotch.She was wearing a padded bra, because her dad liked...that, and when the guard put down the shirt he instructed her to take off the bra. "But please do I have to?" Young lady, you are already in heaps of trouble. Resisting a search would really count heavily against you. I need to find out if he stuffed anything down your cleavage." I don't have any cleavage," she whined, "it's just padding.". Bert spoke for the group. "So what really happened?" he asked.The room, tiny as it was, seemed tinier with the six guys in it. Rob lay on his bunk, staring at the bottom of Brandon's bunk. Brandon and Bert sat in their desk chairs, and Chuck sprawled in the third one. Fred squatted on floor, his legs crossed Indian style, while Arnold leaned against Rob's desk. It was an informal council of friends."Yeah, Brandon," Arnold chimed in. "What gives?Brandon clenched his jaw. "Nothing." He turned. ..End of chapter one.He continues with the second part:okay, to the story:It's always tricky for me to continue work on a vision you have started, but it's a good challenge. Like painting a picture when someone else has selected the colors. I step over to the partition and give a soft tap with a knuckle. "Come over if you wish."There is a moment of silence, then movement and a few seconds later a woman enters our dressing room. She is perhaps 40 years old, small and slender. Her blonde hair. Her warm, wet sucking mouth was evoking feelings of pleasure I had never thought possible.It became obvious rather fast that Billy didn’t have much experience sucking male cock from the way she coughed and choked the few times I accidentally thrust my cock too deeply into her more than willing mouth. Even with all Beth’s and Betty’s experience Billy herself was new to this. All I can say is her enthusiasm more than made up for that lack of experience.After feeling her young lips around my cock.