He was blatantly stroking it through his pants . Through the sound of the blood rushing through my head I heard the words, “Do you like what you se...?” I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock, but I felt my head nod and I felt like a dirty whore as the need to touch it overwhelmed me. I saw it before I knew it was happening, but there was my hand reaching out towards that cock. It was so close and I knew it was hard and ready for me.Suddenly I felt his strong grip on my wrist stopping my hand. “Oh don’t be,” she replied, as she handed me the parcel, “It looks like you might have something for me too”. In my haste to get down the stairs my dressing gown had come undone. This would have been embarrassing enough, but I’m prone to a particular problem that affects men in the morning. For no apparent reason I sometimes wake up and find that my cock has decided that it is ready for action and is as stiff as a police baton. This day was no different and she was now staring at the proud. Basically, it was just polishing what I had already done, then laying it out in a PowerPoint file. Simple as the work was, I barely finished before we landed in Los Angeles.Airports are a pain. LAX is no exception, though they were used to handling dignitaries. I found it surreal to be in that category. Lackeys met us at the ramp, asked for our baggage claims. There was an awkward moment when I told them the luggage was through to JFK, but these were professional ass kissers. We were quickly. With long red hair and what seemed to be a healthy set of DDs, I started to picture her naked. All of a sudden, the image of Ellie naked on the bed beckoning me popped into my head.“Hey, what are you doing at the Lapcynski house? I saw you come in with Jan and Stosh.”“Hey there Jackie. How are you doing?”“Holy shit! Is that you Barnim?”“Yeah. I must say you’re looking very good Jackie. So how are things going for you?”‘You’ve changed a lot as well. You look pretty good too.”I could see a.