Suddenly, the elevator door opened and we awoke to paramedics throwing blankets on top of us. We were free. Free at last. After the ordeal (if you wan... to call it that) was over, we were taken to the hospital. There, they checked us over and released us. We exchanged phone numbers. But now that I was back in the so-called real world, I wasn't sure I wanted to re-live the elevator experience outside the elevator.So I went back to the bars and did my gay thing once again. One night, I ran into. Melanie Cartwright was a slim woman, about five feet six inches, and her body was beautifully and symmetrically proportioned to her size. Her blonde hair hung long, and when she let it fall down across her shoulders, it partially covered her voluptuously full breasts. She did that now, thinking that she looked very sensual that way, and almost brazen. She swept the hair back up again, studying the creamy white skin of her breasts and the pink aureoles that made large, perfect accents for her. Only twenty-one and within four years of working for the Iversen's she had already helped her gain many reputable clients. They helped her pay her way through college so far and soon she would be finished pre-med and one step closer to being a doctor. Mrs. Iversen always showed her great appreciation, tipped her often and gave her large bonuses for every Holiday. They trusted her like family, and left her to do most of her cleaning when they weren't around. They let her use their computers to. “Later, buddy,” I told him as I got in the tub in front of him.I wrapped him in my hairy arms and chest and kissed him as hard as I could. I got down on my knees and tugged on his dick.“Drench me, stud,” I told him.He took his dick in his hand and let loose a forceful stream of warm, golden piss. Since my face was right in front of his cock as I knelt in the tub, he hit me there first. I took my hands up and washed my fuzzy face with it. Like he was handling a gushing fire hose, he pointed his.