Nicole led me to into an old airplane hangar left over from WWII. Inside was a racquetball court, dark and deserted. When we entered, she dropped to h...r knees, fidgeted with my zipper, and pulled my stiff member out in the open. She didn’t spend any time with teasing or any kind of foreplay. She just jammed her throat in one shot, taking as much of my cock into her mouth as she could handle. She bobbed and sucked with amazing vigor, not letting up until she was swallowing my cum once again. Her. Coupling apparentlywas impressed. It was early summer of the year2008 when I finally got to see the owner. Paul Simmons had flown into New Yorkfrom his ranch in Nevada. He was younger than I imagined, perhaps in his earlythirties. He was just over six feet tall and sported a thin mustache. I guessedhe was either Latin or Italian, probably a little of each. His wife and two beautiful femaleassistants accompanied him. I took notice immediately of the female assistants.They both were dressed. ’ she said with a shrug, as if his bad temper wasn’t upsetting her at all. Inside though, she felt hurt and wanted to cry. ‘Mom, will you tell her?! She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.’ Matt exclaimed suddenly, glaring at his sister. She just narrowed her eyes at him, then turned to stare nonchalantly out the window. Eve Harris looked over her shoulder and shook her head in despair. ‘Oh Matthew…’ she sighed, ‘you’re twenty one years old…don’t be so childish. Besides, Lena’s right…you do. A feeling of tenderness, gentleness and the light scent of fabric softener gave it this sense of femininity.It was time to rub one out!! Being careful not to ruin them, I lay on my bed as I let go a stream of sap on my stomach and rub it into my skin. After the wonderful feeling of ecstasy and when my sap was dried up absorbed into my smooth body, I would carefully take them off and put them back exactly as I found them. I never got caught nor did I ever hear mention of someone’s been rummaging.