30, hoping to take her out for a meal before ringing practice, but she was not at home. I returned to the car, and moved it to where I could see the f...ont door and her arrival, finding a space about 50 metres away. I had some water, so settled down to wait. She would have to come back to change: she would hardly be ringing in her teaching clothes. If she wasn’t ringing she would be coming home to work anyway.Ten minutes later she came into view, walking briskly and entering the house before I. “Yes! Who is it?” came a curt male voice from the intercom. John swallowed before replying, “I’m here for the Exhibition. The name's John West.” There was a short moment of silence before a he heard a buzzing sound and was told by the voice to step inside. Heart in his throat John stepped inside. There was a doorman waiting for him,although he looked more like a bouncer to John’s eyes. He took John’s name and his invitation, checking it against a clipboard he held. Satisfied, he turned and. ..learning each others bodies, stopping only to eat and clean up before yet another round of explorations. It was incredible already, and he was better than my mind could get around. He was precise with every touch to such perfection I couldn't help but to give in. He possessed me, took over my soul just as he did for months prior in our chats and phone exchanges. Not often can someone give themselves to another so freely and completely, but I was his. Consumed, defenseless..he figured me. The salt and pepper hair on his head was still thick and worn high and tight. His hat sat on his desk staring at me like a beacon of his authority."Good answer slut," he said as a rare slight smile crossed his war weathered face. I had pleased him and that gave me an odd sense of satisfaction. I was not new to submission but the rest of the situation was completely new to me. He nodded and I licked the length of his thick shaft before engulfing his thick bulbous head with my hungry mouth.I.