" Hamburger and onions," he said with a playful grin. Even though it sounded serious, it had all been done with huge smiles all the way down the line....You know we could just walk two blocks and eat the pizza in Gino's," he suggested."Bill, Gino is Italian I'm sure. I'm sure he makes his pizza in the kitchen with his own hands. I would just rather the place look like a restaurant not an old finance company where someone put some booths inside. Not to mention the cash register by the door." Are. In his early thirties he had done well for himself. In the meeting I decided that if he tries hard enough, I will let him have me since I hadn’t had a dick in my mouth in ages, well, at least it had felt like ages.After the meeting I went into the break room and decided to watch some TV. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I remember Craig waking me up. “Damn! What’s the time?” I enquired.“Half past six. You’re going to be a star at this firm, I hope you know that” he said.“Hmm... you are too. " Smirked the TSA agent. Then he spread Bryan's ass cheeks with both hands and shoved his face into my boy's leaking gaped open ass. "UUUnnngh!' Bryan moaned out as he felt the agents tongue slip in. I was so hard watching Bryan moaning like a bitch in heat as the TSA agent give my son such a thorough tongue lashing. I noticed the TSA agent undoing his pants and while my mind said stop him, my erection wouldn't let me. It was as if I was watching a movie of me watching the man about to fuck my. Worse for me, he had an impressively large cock protruding from a bush of dark pubic hair, assets I couldn't come close to matching. He stood by the bed and Tarla sat on the edge of the mattress. He took the root of his organ between thumb and forefinger and told me to kneel in front of him. I gasped.She said, "Let's go, sissy Kissy. It's time to live up to your name. Squat down. Open those shiny lips."I tried to speak but couldn't. This wasn't what I wanted. Was it? Len was a good looking guy.