" You go do that in the men's bathroom!"Bob Jameson had had a rough day at work. The testosterone shots that wereallowing his pride and joy of a beard...to flourish were also helping himgain muscle mass, but he still wasn't nearly as buff as his co-workers atthe construction site, and he really had to bust ass just to keep up. Theywere a great bunch of guys, and had actually told him to slow down and notkill himself, but he was determined to pull his share of the load. It'swhat a man did. So he. ? She whispers. You can't see her very well in the darkness but by her weight guess she is short, about 5'5, with strong legs, judging by the way she has them tight and bent against your hips. You struggle against your bonds but realize they are secure and you aren't going anywhere. She leans down further and licks against the tape over your lips, ?Mmmm,? she says, ?thats the way I like my men to taste?. She reaches behind and grabs your cock and gives it a sharp tug, ?c'mon, show me what. It was a request I could not refuse; Karen had been so much help to me. Thanks to her I now had proper breast forms, instead of the birdseed in plastic bags, to fill my bra, I had a closet full of clothes, a couple of wigs and she had plucked my eyebrows for me. I had very fair eyebrows, in fact if I got a lot of sun they were almost invisible so she had plucked them just enough not to be noticeable in my everyday life but so that when I took a dark pencil to them they became obviously. We had been doing the dirty for a couple of years now and I guess I owed most of my sexual experience IQ to his fine tutoring behind closed doors.Now I was faced with not having Jimmy around to take up the slack in my daily doses of cock to feed my itch for the thing that seemed the most important part of my life other than Lacrosse and being on an all-girl team.My babysitting sideline was so profitable that I was beginning to think it would pay my way through college without having to resort.