’ My mouth was very dry but; as I leaned over his lap, worked up as much saliva as I could then, opened good and wide – he gave another long moa...…“Jesus Christ! Where did YOU learn to do THAT?” as most of his cock disappeared into my warm wet mouth. I didn’t answer him; I was too busy trying to get as much cock as possible in my mouth; while not gagging…I did gag anyway. At least we were both enjoying it!I probably only had to work on him for about ten minutes. He was so well primed that I. He didn't like the influence Shawn was having on me, but he knew my sexual appetite was being satiated and that made him happy, along with me. He wanted me to spend less time with Shawn, so he ended up talking me into calling up a few of my old clients and beginning my escort work again. I did need to start supplementing my income once more and it was nice to see some of their old faces and feel their stiff cocks again. But the fact that I was hooking again, didn't stop me from continuing to. ?Torture me all you want.?Unlike most men who share my interests in BDSM my pace is rather slow. I never jump into bed with anyone, nor do I immediately dive into any sort of activities without truly having control. This tends to be rather frustrating to the women I choose to be with. Just the same, it tends to work in my favor and, if I do say so myself, to my partners favor. The end result is a solid working knowledge of what makes her tick. So, when I told her there would be dates but no sex. Coach explained to me that I would be 'required to clean, paint and catalog all track equipment for our annual cross town meet'. I thought what a great time for me to get a leg up on my credits for this school year. I had been at it for nearly two hours, I laid all equipment out on the gym floor and separated what needed to be painted and what needed to be renumbered. I was replacing the items back in the storage area when I heard faint whistling. Thinking that it was one of the coaches I.