"Thanks guy." I told him. "I appreciate you helping me out."The guy just waved me away with a smile. "You can sit it out in the waiting room. Darn TV ...nly gets one channel since the TV stations went digital though."I walked over and sat in one of the hard plastic chairs they had facing an ancient TV with rabbit ears (Did they still make rabbit ear TV antennas?) which was connected to a digital converter box. I pulled out my iPad, but naturally there was barely a cell signal, let along 3G or. His deep voice echoed in my ears when he asked, almost offhandedly, “You were aching for something from the source, then?” Nodding, I brushed my plump lips against the flaring helmet, not pursing but merely to let him feel the soft flesh drag on his cockhead. I was the one who groaned when I felt his meat pole begin to twitch, hardening and stretching against my mouth, thickening under the fabric of his boxers and pushing out down his thigh. My lips smeared on his helmet, suckling about. ?Strip me, order me to strip, cut off my clothes with a linoleum knife, whatever you want, it’s all for you. Collar me, leash me, and lead me away like I’m your slave or just stick it in me right there in the middle of the dancing and the pot smoke and all the other naked girls. ?I’m your fucktoy. I’m your whore. I’m your own personal pornstar. I’m your fuckslave. i’m whatever you want me to need me to be. Fuck my pussy. Pop my cherry. You can fuck my ass, but you’ll have to clean me out. I left him there to repose and recharge, and I went to check on his jeans. YUP, they were dry, but a little stiff. As per the antique laundry techniques, now long since forgotten, when something thats supposed to be soft got stiff, you pound it on a clean, dry rock, with a clean, dry stone or board, so I found a clean board hanging from a tree, that my grandmother must have hung there for this purpose, and I pounded his jeans nice and soft on the clean side of the big rock. Ronnie came around.