She sat down, and took a notebook out of her white lab coat. With a predatory grin, she looked at me for almost a full minute. I knew she wanted to ma...e me feel uncomfortable.She didn't know my father."Do you know what they do to young men like you?" she asked, still grinning.That was as far as she got before Special Agent Downs walked in."Who are you?" she said. Then, before an answer could be given, she added, "I'm in a therapy session and need complete privacy."The way she toned the words,. He was good looking and extremely macho. He had tattoos up and down both of his thick arms. He was in his early 30's and the women seemed to cling to him like a magnet. I admired his motorcycle and told him how I love to ride. I had a bicycle back when I was younger. His was a big hog. Most guys don't want another dude on the back of their bike, but Mike didn't seem to mind. He straddled the big engine and told me to get on behind him. I did and he revved up the engine and tore out of the. Master loves having his back scratched in the shower. If he were a dog, his back leg would be jerking, but instead his dick gets harder and harder as it's pressed against me.I reach for the soap and start rolling it around in my hands to create lots of suds. Then I kneel in front of Master and reach out to grab his monstrous wet cock with both hands. They are so slippery, sliding up and down his shaft. Then I reach between his legs as far back as I can reach and press against his balls as I. (I now had proof she was a real blonde).Tracey walked to me and kissed me slowly. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth and I responded passionately. My cock was again becoming hard and my hands began to explore her lovely body. As we kissed I felt hands undo my trousers and begin to lower them. Dave’s hands ran up and down my legs and stoke my thighs. I loved the feel of his rough hands on my skin.Tracey’s hand released my hard cock as I slipped my finger into her wet pussy.Dave was now.