But no, customers always seem to want to call me Bob, which I hate. Bob is not a name, it is a verb that is defined as: “a short jerky motion,” or...“to bounce up and down.” Bob is the motion a woman uses when she is giving head. It is not my fucking name. The only worse scenario is when a customer calls me Rob. Rob is also a verb, and when they address me as such, I want to “Rob” them of their consciousness.Other than my name, I am an easy going guy. I am a shade over six feet tall, with brown. .. ? Oh, my door wasn’t latched!Trying to catch my breath while gritting my teeth, I chide the mostly black dog like a child. “Max! Bad dog. You know you’re not supposed to be in here. Get out! Out!”I know I don’t sound the least bit convincing. I mean, I was just about to climax, and I’m still so close. Close enough that when he whines and paws at my leg, I bite my lip and can hardly resist the temptation. Maybe I can let him have a lick? Just a little something to assist with my intense. A few minutes later Jesse continued his journey, the leashes of his two charges clutched in his hand. Women must go about their mysterious – and probably sinister female business – and men and boys must lead them. He was in a gloomy mood, not helped by the fact that the long legs of the woman were making him adopt a pace less comfortable than his former slow shuffle. Once, when he was younger, it had seemed a fine thing to seen in control of a full-grown adult woman, but now he realised that. I was surprised to find my hand slipping over stocking tops and on to naked thighs and then my fingers were on to her naked pussy as I found that she was wearing wide legged French knickers which offered no impediment to my gropings. As soon as I touched her cunt her legs opened wide and she gave a sigh of contentment followed by some satisfied moans as I frigged on her clit and dipped two fingers deep into her wet slit. I lifted up her skirt and by the light of the street lamp could see.