‘Sean, finally. Come here, now. Start with my feet. Tell me a story, as well.’ she says, ashing the pipe into a tray. I approach, and place the o...ls down on the floor. I fall to my knees, which pop yet again, the sound echoing against the walls. I roll up my shirt sleeves, and oil my hands liberally. I rub my palms together, and begin to rub my thumbs against the pads of Miss Cia’s feet. ‘What would you like to hear today, Miss Cia? Shakespere? Arabian Nights? Perhaps something more modern?’. She had seen my headlights in the rear window of her car, but had resigned to staying where she was. The cold finally forced her to seek the vehicle that had pulled in.By now I had some soup warmed up and handed her a bowl. She drank that plus a sandwich that was offered. Finally, with her hunger sated, we started talking about why I happened to be here.It must have been an hour or more and we were chatting like old friends. She was beginning to yawn and I was feeling the weariness of the day. With the strength and determination that only a painfully horny man can muster, you throw me back up farther onto our bed and climb up to join me. I expect you to position yourself between my legs for entry, when you surprise me with yet another treat.You get on your knees beside my face and lovingly guide your red, swollen, rock hard cock to my eager mouth. I open graciously and allow every inch of you to enter, quickly at first, and then slowly but forcefully as the head of your cock hits the. I approached my locker; something was out of place. My bag was facing in a different direction and someone had been in there. I opened my bag and there was another letter.I opened the letter, again on pink paper and started to read, “Dear Pretty Boy, I was watching your sweet butt walking in the exercise room. The more I kept looking at you the more I was getting excited. It is sexy the way you walk. I may call you 'sweet cheeks'. I really think we should meet to get to know each other. You did.