“Yes. However, I just offered you a job. I’ll help along the way. Heck you can even come with me on one of my usual appointments, so you can learn...the ropes. Just consider it, okay?” “I’ll do it.” I hardly believed the words came out of my mouth. “Wait, what? Just like that, you’re accepting? You don’t even know the salary.” “I don’t care. It’s better than being unemployed.” We finished our long winded but surprisingly revealing conversation with plans to meet the following day. I had to. He has a huge tattoo on his back and a rocker on his collar bone. A circumsized 7.5 inch cock thats always shaved along with his balls,My ideal guy. We had been dating for about 4 months, We were head over heels in love and lust, loving the fact that we were both bisexual and needed sexual excitement. Something none of our other significant others seemed to understand in the passed. Lawrence is a recovering meth addict, I had used every drug under the sun except for meth. We met at a time where. Even though I was not in good shape I could move quickly when I needed to just not for very long so I knew I would never be able to out run them. Being shorter than them, and generally considered weak I surprised them when they attacked me and instead of cowering or trying to run I lunged out and caught the leader of the group hard on the inside of his right knee causing him to fall to the ground in pain. I used what distraction that caused to slip back inside the school where there where. She could feel the hardness of him growing against her belly. So long, so hard, throbbing against her. The wetness deep between her legs had started with the first touch, and was growing more with each and every one. He picked her up, and carried her to the couch. Then he stood her there, and slowly began to undress her, slowly, so very slowly. Removing her blouse to reveal breasts that had not known a bra in many years. So round, so firm, he weighed them in the palm of his hands, he never.