So back to the first time...I was sitting outside on my porch waiting for him to show up in his beat up old car and finally he came. To me he was a g...d, he had brown hair that covered one of his eyes most the time and a lip ring, not to mention his hands were rough yet wonderful because he was a mechanic. There he comes up my drive way and I rush out to him and he lets me into his car, we are driving down the road when he asks, "You sure you're ready for this?For me to be your first?" all the. She seemed to respond to the kindness and she said she had found out that her ‘cheap lousy wanker of a husband’ hadn’t stopped seeing the tart from the card shop down the road. I didn’t think I was going to get my flowers here so I gave a brief he’s an idiot comment and tried to leave. She asked if I meant it. I looked at her, she was pretty, about 55 and a proper shaped womanly body and large breast that were, to be honest, struggling to break free from the shirt that imprisoned them. So I. It had wooden walls and a concrete floor. I could tell the person making the sounds was a woman, because the steps could only be made by high heels. the only thing I wanted to know was 'who was the woman'? After a few minutes the steps stopped a I heard the woman unraveling something, a rope maybe? And that's when the pain came. there was pain all over from my upper back down to my lower back. this was when I realized I had no clothes on, except my boxers. Then I felt the women strap something. You Kyle, are exactly the type of young stud we are looking for. But look here Kyle; it’s approaching noon and I have to leave as I have an important appointment I cannot miss; so can you come back her at around two this afternoon and we will settle work conditions and get your salary and social security paperwork in order.”Kyle got dressed and left Sten’s office, walking, as you might well imagine, on air. He did, however, muse to himself on the fact that although the job he was about to take.