’ ‘Who you want to call?’ ‘A service man?’ ‘I doubt you can find anyone local working this late on a Friday.’ ‘Oh? You don’t think s...?’ ‘Closest gas station is John Park’s Citgo in Chilton, and he’s closed by now. You might be able to get someone to drive out from Manitowoc, but that will cost you.’ ‘I can pay cash.’ ‘Well, you’re welcome to try,’ she said, and she pulled her car off the road in front of mine. I thought it was odd that she kept the engine running, until I noticed two. These pumps look so good, and I love the height they give me, but damn do they hurt after a while. A quick look at the clock told him that he missed his aerobics class at the gym, so it'd be another night of exercise at home. He opened up the workout drawer and pulled out the thong leotard he would never wear to the gym. It was a wild, floral green print, too attention getting to wear when he felt like seriously working out, but at home, with the green, ribbed spandex shorts, he was something. Both his hands were now working his shaft, he had his sleeve tattoos on display, pushing his pecks together. He announced he was going to come, he quickly sat down and pointed his cock towards his face. The first spurt landed above his navel, the second shot up to his throat, the third landed on his chin, it was so fucking hot, he continued to pump himself until he had emptied all his seed on to himself. I lay there watching him as a ribbon of jizz hung from his face, he wasn't deterred, he. It had an essence of a sexual playground. Soft cheesy music was playing, as if taken from a porn movie. Not surprisingly, anyone in the room would be left with images of people fucking erotically.Further back from the bed was a spot where the dim light barely reached. A man wearing a business suit sat on a formal chair, as if waiting for a movie premiere to begin. Beside him was a small glass table, also barely visible in the darkness. Two champagne glasses sat on top of the table, and the.