His name was Hugh and he was 19. He recognised me from the bus and we got chatting, he suggested we get together and asked if I could take a bit of pa...n. I wasn’t sure how to answer this as I was totally inexperienced and I wasn’t sure what he had in mind – and he wouldn’t tell me, he said it was a “surprise”. I agreed with some hesitation, and we arranged to meet up at my place the next evening. When he arrived he said that he had something kinky in mind and that we both needed to have full. He knew with this little girls mouth on his member would soon send him into an orgasmic pleasure, but he didn't want it to end to soon. He jerked her head back by a fist full of blond hair, tossing her head back enough to make her throat stretch. He grinned and attacked her throat, sucking and biting it, leaving deep red marks everywhere his mouth touched her. She moaned loudly, stimulated from the pleasure of Franks mouth on her body. She also loved the pain it caused, yeah she had to admit. President when he's doing Presidential stuff. In quarters, he's Scotty." The only thing accomplished by formality is creating hot air to inflate egos," Scotty explained. "As my lovely bride likes to remind me, I'm already full of myself, and I don't need my ego inflated any more. Speaking of lovely brides, this is Belinda," he said, putting an arm around his wife. "Honey, this is Mr. Syon Chao." Please," Syon said with a slight bow to Belinda. "If we are to dispense with formalities, please. Still, definately one of the nicest cities I've been to in the North East. From the bus station it's a 4 minute walk downhill to a somewhat run down shopping centre, The Gates. Not much selection for shopping. But it has an upside: the public toilets.Whilst the disability access and women's toilets are topside, to get to the men's toilets you go down a flight of stairs. And then another flight. Probably a really huge pain and inconvienence if you're actually busting for the bog.But as usual, I.