”“Hmmmm. I see. License and registration please.”I handed them over and watched as he walked back to his car. I wonder what he’d look like w...thout that uniform on, I asked myself, Jesus, what kind of person asks those kind of questions? A horny one, I said, answering my own question. The thought of his handcuffs being clicked around my wrists as he administered to my needs was enough to make me squirm. The thought of his slightly callused fingers finding my clit and rubbing it until I came. This guy was really hot, with light brown eyes, a pleasant smile, and a musky smell.“Nice house, sir,” the delivery man said.“Thanks,” I replied. ‘What’s your name?’“Farooq, sir.”“Hi Farooq, I’m Rohan.”We shook hands and had a good look at each other. I thought I saw some hint of desire from Farooq too.“Are you married, sir?” Farooq asked me.“No, I replied. I live alone here.”“How do you manage alone, sir?” he asked while stepping a little too close and gave me the bottle back.“It’s difficult,. The girls always left first, their school being a little further than mine and their start time 15 minutes earlier. They would stay to school lunch but I came home to eat. I hated school meals. Mum waved them goodbye from the front door, walked into the lounge, put her hands up her skirt and slid her knickers to the floor. “One more before you go?” She asked walking into the kitchen where she sat on the table lifting her skirt and exposing her cunt to my view.. I needed no second bidding,. I could see her savoring the last few drops on her tongue before she swallowed them too. Then she moved up to sit on the sofa next to me. She just sat there playing with my cock in her hand while I recovered."Did you like your first blow-job, baby?," she asked."Yeahhhhh!" I answered."You have a nice cock, Billy" Sara said. "I like it. I hope this isn't the last time I'm going to see it." Before I could say anything by way of answering her, she said, "Now that I've seen your cock, would you like.