Mentioning that, i like a variety of stuff, and it would take hours to tell him what i like, i said "I dont know. Why are we even talking about this?"... He srugged and we continues watching some youtube videos. But he kept on persisting. Not that night, but other nights. Other times he would come over my house. Eventually i had enough and i told him i like the occasional massage and shower video. He said "oh. Ok." But i didnt let him get off that easly. I asked him what he liked. What he was. Beach flip-flops were on his feet, and he had a bottle of beer in his hand. He threw the door open and bent down to kiss his daughter. “Hi sweetie, come on in.” He held the door open and let the others in.“Where’s everyone else?” asked his son-in-law.Frank hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Upstairs changing. They were all out back swimming when the storm hit, so they’re all drying off and dressing. Come on in. You know where the beer and soda are.”A few minutes later Bob Roman joined them,. I let out a scream, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ohhh my god!” Good thing our cottage was enclosed or my scream would have echoed over the lake.However he didn't stop, he licked up every last drop of my juices. And slowly began to climb the ladder. I crawled backwards on the doc. I found his towel and quickly unfolded it and sat on it. He crawled forward to me with that same smug look like he was up to something. He got on top of me pushing my body against the doc until I could feel his weight on top of me. And big. I forget how much I like tall guys. Hestares at my tits as I hand him his messages and reports, I like it whenguys stare at my tits, I think. I pull down my top so he can get a betterview. He roughly grabs at my boobs, and I let out a moan that is shockingin its femininity. He tweaks and kneads my titties as I fumble with hisbelt and slacks, pulling them down.Master picks me up and sets me on the desk, and I feel so small and weakas I hike up my skirt, exposing my damp panties. He.