He'd been a successful musician, making a good living doing backing tracks for television advertisements and occasionally doing a tour for a big name ...inger who knew of him and his growing reputation.It had been all down hill from there and mum had succumbed to the dealers, the pushers and the general scumbags who inhabit the twilight world of the junkies.Her own money had gone first and then she'd started on dad's, but a lot of that depended on repeats of the commercials he'd made and came in. I started to have second guesses, but again my curiosity got the best of me, and before I knew it; I started to lick the top of his dick. I then put it in his mouth. I only sucked the top of his dick(which was bigger than mine). I wish I could tell you I enjoyed it, but at this point I felt more obligated than anything. He could tell I wasn't enjoying it, so he told me to lay down, and he would finish me off. He told me he wanted me to cum all over his face, but I wasn't sure if I was going to. Mark hadn’t said a word too much, he was indeed a professional. He asked me when I’d last had a massage, and feeling embarrassed I told him it had been at least 6 years. He told me that my back and shoulders were completely stuck and that they would certainly cause me trouble at a later age if I didn’t get it treated often.Slowly but surely I felt Mark’s hands going down. He massaged my bum, and back up to my shoulders. In the meantime he had taken his pants off and he led my hands to his hips.. “Have I come at a bad time?” Kaylee said, struggling to keep a straight face.“Sorry!” I blurt, regaining a semblance of composure and a little footing.“Kasey, how many times do I have to tell you? We are really going to fall out if you keep saying that.” Her smile full of genuine warmth.“S…” a finger was placed on my lips.“Ssssh. Now can I come in? Or shall we have tea in the corridor?” Her grin melting my heart.Bowing and waving her in, she clicks exquisitely through the threshold.Am I.