"I would have to be to eat with the help," Taylor replied with a smirk.Ron nodded, unsure if she had been testing him. Ron waited for anotherscolding... but Taylor dictated the conversation's topics, tone and pace.To his relief, she kept it friendly, relaxed and on topics that did notrequire deep thought.Once Taylor finished eating, she told him to clean up. Ron nodded beforeTaylor added, "And don't you dare take those shoes off until I say so.You've already had enough time off those feet.". It sounded like someone is sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the room and saw Stacie sitting at a banquet table with a couple of candles lite, some music playing and all the lights in the back off.'Stacie are you ok, ' I asked her with some concern in my voice.She jumped up asking, AWho's there?''Hey it's me Terry, don't you remember that I called you, telling you that I am on my way over to drop off some papers for Ron, ' I said.'Oh oh yes sorry I forgot, ' she replied.I took the papers. His balls were pounding against my cheeks as he very quickly was building up to a climax.It was like he hadnt wanked in weeks, he was so quickly getting closer and closer.I could just about see his hand and arm covered in sleeve tattoos, barely an ounce of skin visable.As my eyes filled with water, trying to contain the feeling of what was happening to me, it was obvious this was a response that suited him.Less than 5 minutes after starting to fuck me, I could feel him pulsate inside me as his. He was perfect. I had never been attracted to men but he was different. Not one masculine cell in his body. I quickly envisioned a scene from one of my favorite porn scenes and replaced the actors in my head with the two of us. Him, a 21 year old bottom, a fag, a femboy, a twink! Me at 30, with my 6’2, 230 pound linebacker frame, bald head and thick brown beard. I could have all sorts of fun with him. And I realized at this time of day Julie wouldn’t be back for another hour due to the traffic..