We packed our things; Tony stuffing as much as he could into the panniers on his motor bike and all that was left over went into his large ruck sack. ...e got dressed in his motorcycling kit and I helped him on with his ruck sack and we made our way to the site office. Nigel was there flitting around in the little grocery store, which was part of the office and he greeted us with “Hi guys, I needn’t have worried about you overstaying the mark, you’ve made it with 20 minutes to spare”. I went to. He was a good looking man in early middle age and his large prick was now standing ramrod hard from his lap. Jean felt that she was soaking wet on the leather bench and she knew she was going to leave a stain. Without another thought she said “Please Sir, may I suck you off?” He took her hair and drew her onto his erection. It didn’t take long for Jean to bring Clyde to his climax and as he was nearing it he worked her clit with his fingers until they both came together.“Ok. The job is yours. Keep going with a pace”. Was the new order. HC pulled the plug out slowly until the tip was yet inside him and slammed it back in. His ass fought the meddling while his body was appeased.He heard the imaginary voice ask him as he continued to fuck himself, “Who are you”? Without any delay or second thought, his voice was heard in the room, “I am your bitch boy, sugar daddy. I am your bitch, I am the cock to fuck you, I am your bitch”. Somehow, he had started fucking himself harder as he talked. We answered back and a running conversation developed. In a month, we were e-mailing almost daily, with us telling Him all the details of Jamaica, how we felt about it, and even sending Him a copy of the DVD Samuel had sent us. After another few weeks we decided we wanted to meet Him. At the time we had been "Adventuring" for about 2 years, and had developed a process for meeting new playmates. We set things up in Robert's home city and met Him for dinner at an upscale hotel restaurant on the.