I asked him if I could be a bit late with the balance and that is when he said there might be another way I could pay. I thought that might be by doin... some work for him.When I asked what that might be, he said 'I want one hour of your time.'Immediately I asked 'What do I have to do?' Still not thinking what 'work' he might be proposing.He said 'Anything I want you to do, I want to play with you – for one hour!'This got me a little bit worried. I knew this had sexual overtones, we weren't going. "It's not what you think, guys. Honest it’s not." Who you k**ding, Claymore?" Jason pointed. "You're slopping your tongue all over that guy's prick like crazy...and look at that boner you got sticking out there! Looks like you’re liking what you’re munching on and I don’t mean the popcorn." Yeah, not bad Claymore," Lee chuckled. "Are all you fags hung like that? Oh, sorry. Are all 'gay guys' hung like that?" He grabbed for a handful of popcorn...as did Jason."Come on, turn it off and let. “I gave the boys a couple of bucks, and sent them to the corner for ice cream. I guess they’ll be back in around an hour.”Kathy released her towel, and, naked, knelt at my feet. She shook her dark hair over one shoulder, and brought her ocher lips to kiss the crown of my manhood. “Mark, honey? Take off your shirt.”Turning to Sandy, she continued. “Not an awful idea, but you know how I hate for them to ruin their appetites before dinner.”Sandy stared, mute, into our room. “Sweetie?”, Kathy. Taking what I wanted. And giving. Giving her what she had begged for so many times before. Jesus, she was a grand little fuck. The best. I had trained her well. Screwing her honey pot with my hardness, I was loving this. I kept fucking steady and deep. Rougher and rougher, using all of the energy I had stored up, waiting for my little pet to get here. Needing this pussy and loving it. My fucking pussy. She knew that and kept coming back for more. Like the perfect sub that she was. I let up on.