The directions were pretty straightforward and I stuck 'exit 498' in my head as the exit to take in getting off highway 101.I checked my email, answer...d a couple of new ones from ADT and one of the managers at my bank. My donation to the Brookings-Harbor Basin restoration fund had tripped a flag there, and they were just following up. I sent a brief explanation with a few links, and told them to call me if there were still questions.I was dressed and ready to go at seven. I went downstairs and. A huge lump forms at my solar plexus as he kneels to doff my shoes, his face inches from the monster, his breath hot on my thighs. I want to scream at him that I don't want this, that I am "not that way", but my voice won't work and my loins are afire.Hand gentle on my lower back, Les firmly guides me toward the steaming shower. "Get in", he says, "relax." The hot water on my neck and shoulders relieves the tension a bit. "I shouldn't go through with this," I keep telling myself, but I seem. But it’s those sandals with the straps that wrap up the leg that really get my pulse racing; I think they look dead cute, like something from ancient Greece. I had just made it to the top of the escalator for the tenth time that day when I caught sight of something that quickened my pulse. Blood pumped to my groin at an alarming rate, making my cock throb like a sore thumb. It was a young lady, a college type, eighteen or nineteen years of age, sitting on a stool outside the bakers, sipping a. “Not big enough.” She held the other one up and smiled at its fit. She pulled my boxers down and put me into the pouch. “I will take care of that tonight.” She grinned and pulled the pouch out of the way. Before pulling my boxers back up, she kissed me there adding to my excitement. She pulled my boxers up and carefully tucked me in and fondling me to get me situated. She had a wicked grin as she pulled my shorts up and stood as I refastened everything back in place.We came out hand in hand..