I wrote down the phone number to call later.I phoned and heard a very nice, butch English accent on the receiving end. When I asked for a massage appo...ntment, the voice asked if I was 18 years old. I wasn't (maybe 16) but I had a fake ID and answered "Yes." Only later would I understand that the masseur(named "Robert/Bob") was protecting his license. I was legally u******e but completely emotionally ready to start sexual experimentation. So, I intentionally lied.The day came and I arrived at. She kept her knee high black shiny boots on. Had she guessed? Next was her off white, lace trimmed, high neck blouse and finally a plain, unstructured small white brarseiere with disappontedly, not big tits, but they flopped about beautifully, I love flop, not perfection. Hetty’s nipples were pale, erect and mounted slightly inward looking as if cross eyed.For good reason, I’d been handed Rolf’s lead and he was frantically pulling as familiar odours permeated even the large bovine used barn.. She licked her finger and rubbed it over each nipple and then twisted her nipples. She cupped each tit and lifted them and kind of shook them so he could see. Then she pulled her shirt closed and then opened it several times. She saw a bulge in the mans pants and knew she was turning him on.She then spread her legs and raised her skirt. The man stared at her panties. She pulled the skirt higher and spread her legs. Now he was staring at her pussy. She put her hand inside her panties and rubbed. He wasn’t bad looking, a plus. And I’d told him up front that, if he or any of his crew hurt me too bad, I’d fuck him up in ways he couldn’t imagine. I must have sold it pretty well, because he took me serious. After that, it was up to me to deliver the goods. He showed me the ipod. I have to admit I was a bit skeptical. After all, it was about the size of a wallet. Still, it looked legit, and what did I know. Now, all I had to do was earn it… “Let’s see the goods, Blondie,” Carlton grinned,.