Somebody was sayin' the other day that one of them fancy little jets out at the airport actually belongs to him." This was the conversation that was t...aking place at the local barbershop while my head was wrapped in a hot towel just prior to getting a shave and a hair cut. Yes, all of the above is true. I am single; never been married. I do live in the middle of the woods part of the year; the rest of the year I spend in more desirable climates. I do pay all of my bills on time, and I do own one. Dirty children in ragged and soiled clothing stood behind their somber and fearful parents. The whole village was watching from their run down shacks standing haphazardly along the rutted road as Joe and Rashelle walked by."This is the first village to welcome our help?" Joe questioned as he waved to the people standing along the path to the leader's home."Yes and they are reluctant at best." She raised her weapon as an exceptionally large man stepped into path in front of them.Joe stopped as. Fortunately, as a dancer shewas used to wearing a gaffe. It was easy for her to adopt a woman'sdeportment and body language, and she had surprisingly little troublegetting used to low heels (dancers never wear high-heel shoes since theirfeet tend to get muscular and gnarled by constant practice so that high-heeled shoes do not fit them well) and dresses. It was harder for her toget used to talking in a feminine gender (the Russian language hasdistinct masculine and feminine noun and verb. His eyes held mine firmly, as if he were trying to see through to my soul, before dropping down to my lips. He’d resumed absent-mindedly running his fingertips up and down the length of his cock, which was now fully engorged and an angry shade of purple.His words were audibly breathy now. “Have you ever had a girl suck your cock, Gustav?” His eyes travelled over my face and up and down my body. My heart was pounding. I was hard and wet now, and dying for release. I couldn’t believe how turned.