"Oh. Yeah, sure. We should exchange numbers." She pulled a business card out of her small purse and handed it to me. As a realtor she had one of those...cards with her photo on it. Despite whatever touchups they had made she was more attractive in person. "Oh, cool. I can text you. I have an Awka area code." I told her so she would recognise it. I was torn and it was even more as to whether I would text her or not."Do you really need to go?" I should. My wife will be angry."She looked at me. My mouth is watering....I;m feeling very submissiveMy mind races from thought to thought with rapid succession – I imagine what it would be like to have such a cock. Would my girlfriend like me better if I had such a cock?"Like what you see, faggot?" you ask, your voice resonating through the deserted (but for you and me) locker room.I look away and my face flushes red. I stare down at the floor. Before I figure out what to say, you continue."I caught you checking me out, I've seen you staring. Marshall smiled. The well prepared ring, accepted the length with moderate ease. A rhythm was set, where the rubber cock, slid in, back there, at the same time as his penis, disappeared into teachers throat. Marshall watched for reaction, and all he saw was rapture. The youth was loving it, and placed one foot on the desk and used his free hand to encourage the bobbing head too go faster. He’d drank both his loads so far, and the next one he intended to share. ‘Fuck…sir….this is so fucking. Mmmmmmm, you were delicious. Next time, we take it another step further. My god that was even better than the first time. You must be getting your fair share of practice. Maybe…its more reading about how to get guys hard, and what they like done. Hm. Sounds like a plan. How far have you gone before? Just giving head. I popped my own cherry with my vibrator, but Im still technically a virgin. Maybe youll be my first… I smiled at her and laughed. With that having been said, she crawled out from.