His name was Rob, he was a forty-five years old sales executive. From the photos on his online profile, Rob was hot. He was well built and stocky, tan...ned with shaved/waxed chest. Speaking to me on Skype, he sounded very confident and like a man in control. He said he had these speedo fuck parties at his house over summer and said I would fit in if I was interested.Of course I was interested.I rocked up at the house on Sydney’s northern beaches one hot summer afternoon. Rob answered the door,. Everyone in the office was like one big family and greeted with a Hi, good morning or at least ask how you were doing. This one morning I was in the kitchen, the coffee pot was empty, so I started to make another pot when I noticed the coffee container was almost empty. I made up the pot of coffee I was working on and then bent over to get a new container out from under the counter when I felt a nudge and a pair of hands grab my hips. I was slightly surprised and let out a small gasp. I. I'm thinking he's going to have me jerk him off while I drive and he rides (done that before).We headed west toward Santa Monica and eventually got on Pacific Coast Highway heading toward Malibu. I know Loretta Switt from working with her before on a project and have been to her home in Malibu and decided to show my Son where she use to live there.We got out of the car and walked the beach some. I pointed out her home and then said we should go to Malibu Creek State Park and see where they shot. "Oh yes. He was my fiance. We were engaged, but he was in the Air Force, and they stationed him in Turkey. He fell in love with a Turkish girl."April got a tragic look on her pretty young face. "Oh god, Laura, I'm sorry! He threw you over for some peasant girl? Gosh, you look like a model! How could he do that?"Laura smiled wanly, trying to look tragic herself. "I try not to think about it," she said softly.April looked at her very thoughtfully now, as if Laura had suddenly become a deeper,.