Sara was, and is, a very attractive girl. Even now, at twenty nine, she retains those sky blue eyes, those freckles and that red hair with gold highli...hts that drove me crazy throughout high school. That she liked me should have made things easier, but that was not how it worked out.Problem was: Sara was a masochist, a very submissive masochist who also was extremely intelligent. I was, and am not at all sadistic, nor really interested in that kind of stuff. Not that I don't enjoy a bit of. I let the rest of it trickle down my skin, enjoying feeling like a rejected whore."Follow me," Michael said. I saw him and Peter walking toward the hallway that led to the stairs. I got off the barstool, feeling the latex tugging at my legs and cunt, wiggling my ass as I walked. The stairs were dark and led to the bathrooms in the basement. The basement was dimly lit too, just a 60 watt bulb hanging uncovered from a fixture. I was in four-inch heels at the time and made my way carefully down. It took nearly sixteen years, but I did it. After you turned three, he dove head first into his career, and my muff has been taking a back seat to it ever since." That's bullshit, Mom. I know you've become more beautiful with age, but I know you were still stunning back then." Oh, aren't you a sweetheart?" I pondered, tightening my grip. "Fucking your mom must pull that out of you." No, I was already sweet, but you sprinkled some extra sugar on me, that's all. I'm pretty damn sure you also have. What excited me most, however, was his stiffness and his size. My cock isn't small, a little above average--about 7 full inches and average thickness. I had also, discretely, seen many other guys cocks in the showers at school and the velodrome where I trained. But, I knew he was larger than I was, and this, too, turned me on.He wasn't huge, but he was long, uncut. It was his balls that were quite large and dangled far below his shaft--the largest I had ever seen, actually.He was also shaved.