Sheila's smile turned into a mocking laugh as the vision of her began to fade from my mind.I was almost fully awake now; the dream or nightmare as it ...lways turned into was gone. I realised the noise was someone banging on my front door. Struggling out of bed I grabbed my robe and made my way towards the door of my flat."Mr Sleeman, open up! It's the police!" I heard a voice demanding as I got closer to the door.On opening the door I was confronted by four men, one of whom I recognised and two. "I relaxed a bit."So what should I do?"Sudennlay he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the ground."Get on the floor you fuckin' slut!" he yelled.I was on my knees and my head was in front of his crotch.He grabbed my head and put it on his cock. It felt big, but through his pants I couldnt feel enough.After a few moments he realeased me and opened his belt, his pants dropped a bit."What you waiting for?!! Take it off whore!"I pulled them down and saw his cock.Now I understood what the Manager. “I merely stated that I love to use my hands on women” I replied, all modest and composed despite the growing agitation within. “Well, you must have at least some skill and experience. C’mon, show those lonely girls some fine art of Masseur” – she pronounced the last word on a half-breath with that typical pseudo-French nasal sound and waggled her tits invitingly. I gulped, my mouth watering, and reached for them. As soon as I cupped her boob with one of my hands, I instantly became aware that. But not me, I just stared at his throbbing cockand couldn't keep my eyes off it."You're just going to stare at it?" he asks.I look up at him embarrassed, not knowing what to say or do. I know I wantto suck it, but I'm too scared because of who he is and where we are."Come on, you know you want to suck it. It's OK, it'll be our littlesecret. It'll be fun. You got me hard as a rock, you can't leave me likethis now, and besides, we better get going before the cleaning crew startcoming. You.