Scared a little now because of his size, I tried to lean forward a bit to slow his progress. I couldn't though. His powerful hands on my hips kept me ...rom moving forward. He still continued to inch into me and I softly sighed that he was too big. His reply was to be patient and see. He continued to push and my head felt like it was on a bobble head doll. I was slowly but constantly moving it about with the pleasure and pressure that was building inside me. Then he stopped filling me further. I. He had on his dirty jeans and t-shirt which clung to his tight, muscular torso; he was not your average plumber. Just then the doorbell rang. "That'll be him now," the workman said, and she went to answer the door. While she was gone he pulled a small packet out of his back pocket and emptied the contents into her mug. He gave it a stir and returned to sipping his own coffee as she returned with the assistant. He was not as lean as the workman but strong and with a short, ruggedly handsome. I had a hard on just at the thought of cleaning myself out for him.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Six weeks after our first "private session" I was back at Dev's door.He seemed happy to see me and greeted me with a big smile. "Hey man, howyou doing? I thought you'd never come back."He led me in with an arm d****d over my shoulder. "Hm, let me check thisout." He got behind me and grabbed my buns with his powerful hands. "Ohyeah, there's that hot ass I been missing, um." He. A long line of extremely,comically frilly, mostly babyish, and nearly all pink dresses hung onthat wall, answering the question of why there were no windows. Ifanyone could just look through and see this stuff, somebody wouldtarget the place for sure. A lot of it had price tags that made evenher suck air between her teeth, which wasn't surprising for thingsthat shouldn't have existed outside a drawing or cartoon. Each one ofthem must have come in multiple layers; how else would you wash athing.