I just stood there, being treated like a domestic pet. He took the sponge and started slowly rubbing the bar of soap on it, then he would push down ev...r so slightly and a rub it down back to my butt crack. Then he came back up to my head and put a little shampoo in his hands and rubbed my whole head. He started scrubbing my stomach with the bar of soap and went down towards my crotch slowly. When he reached my limp penis he rubbed the bar of soap over my balls and slowly over the whole length. But the more he talked, the more I realized I wanted - no NEEDED another cock. Michael encouraged me to go out and pick up a man - to fuck him while he was at work - to tell him about the encounter later. He asked me to share my thoughts about what he would say.. he knew I liked it.. I would squirt and cum over and over when he asked if I wanted more cock.. I couldn't help it. Eventually it happened. I had another cock and loved it. Michael watched from a chair while he slowly stroked his. It served its purpose, however, as a safe and relatively inexpensive place to rest my head for the night or two that we were there.The next morning, I returned my rented TV remote control to the office and went to find some breakfast. Outside of the underground station and across the street, there was a bakery. That is where I met the grandfather of "The sandwich of insane greatness". It was listed as a Bacon Bap, I believe.For those of you unfamiliar with this creation, as I was, it is. Since then, I've often regretted my paralyzed shock and the lost opportunity. In dreams, I remembered the smallest details of her body on my hand. The slightly coarse and sheer top layer of her dress slid smoothly on the sexy, silky plies beneath. I imagined what we'd have done if I hadn't been so disgustingly shy. I forced my mind back to the present. My pizza and I joined her and her meager salad. "Mlle. Thibaut, are you still teaching French?" D'abord, vous pouvez me tu-toyier, et je.