Again my head was cradled in his hands before his tongue began its control of my mouth. As our action ensued, the heat and moisture from Jack’s stea...y body seemed to envelop us in a haze of sexual funk.As I got pummelled my breathing became slightly erratic. I, however, couldn’t care less and loved the dominion. The horny growls of approval made it clear that my capitulation was exactly what he had expected of me.Jack was no sprinter and was clear that I needed to prepare myself for the long. I wasstill shaking a few minutes later when he wandered backout the door, leaving me satisfied, but strangelywanting more. I dressed, my cum and his pooled on thefloor, my tiny ass tingling from his tongue. After afew moments, I resumed my work, the potatoes didn’tseem as smelly, or the task so onerous.This became our (me and boof) weekly event – I wouldfind some task that required doing in the lube bay, hewould always find me waiting. I would begin scratchinghim, but we both knew. He was feeling nauseous and uneasy, standing alone in the worst part of town, surrounded by hobos and junkies, all looking at him as if they were about to jump him.As the gravity of the situation dawned on him, as he wondered whether he should contact the police, the door finally opened.“Hey hey! Jakey, how have you been?”It was that man. The man who contacted him on that anonymous forum several months ago, the man who talked with him countless nights and indulged his twisted and sick. If I look at you because I am supposed to it isn’t love, it’s obligation. When I walk down the street with you or if I’m in a store with you, I lust after you. Sometimes I have a ‘hard’ time keeping under control. Because I lust after you and I love you. You could be in rags and I would not feel any different.”“A good looking woman is no different to me than a good looking Mustang or a great piece of art. Something beautiful to be admired and enjoyed. On our honeymoon, you got pissed a couple.