He gently guided me to the bed where his tongue replaced his fingertips and as he sucked my nipples, his hands worked their way down my stomach slowly...to my wet pubic hair. His hand made circles around my mound, not quite touching my inner lips. I wiggled under his hand, wanting him to touch my hardened pearl, but he was teasing me, making me pant, making me wait.I ripped at the zipper of his jeans and out poured the largest, most beautiful stiff cock I had ever seen. I grabbed his cute. We continued a conversation for an hour and a half. I found out that his name is Trey, he's twenty-three years old and that he lives alone. I asked him if he could leave because I would be leaving soon to meet up with some friends. He agreed. I asked him if he wanted some sweet tea to go, and he replied yes. As I was getting the sweet tea, I suddenly felt strong hands around my waist trying to lift up my black tank top. I was surprised; it felt wonderful. I was scared and turned on at the same. The question now was how to get it done? Beth had done similar procedures at one point in time but the facility she worked at now didn’t have the equipment needed for such a procedure, nor would they have the time to do it without someone else around. Eliot had a similar problem; not the right equipment and his facility didn’t have quite the sterile area needed. Although time there wouldn’t be a problem as the facility was closed at night.Eliot and Beth spent the next few days together. Not so. ” He grabbed me by my trunks pulling me back in to the water. I felt my trunks rip as he pushed them down. They caught on my ankles as I struggled, water splashed but I was silent I was afraid if I woke someone they would catch us and I would be forever humiliated. He ripped the trunks the rest of the way off of me and held my back against his chest, pulling me down so I was sitting on his lap. “Boy this doesn’t have to be bad for you. Calm down.” He was just whispering, I relaxed all I could.