I admired him from afar and heard rumours that he was 'gay'.He was a lot older than me but in great shape.We ended up working in teh same part of the ...building, I got talking to him a few times and the more I did the more I wanted him.Offering to stay behind and help one evening just to be near this sexy guy.Afterwards he said, hay I give you a lift home as a thank you.We drove the short distance home talking non stop to each other.do you ahve a girlfriend he asked.No I replied.Anyone you after. .and stared dumbly at the bars outside that blocked that means of escape. I jumped again when I heard the door to the room slam shut. Christ. I knew that if I ran to the door, it would be locked. Whatever it was that was doing all of this, it wanted me here.Which was bizarre. The room seemed harmless enough. The walls were papered lily-yellow, white and light gray with a floral print. The curtains were all trimmed with lace, as were the valences and bed sheets. The whole thing seemed a frilly. I removed the barrel from his mouth. "Now what did Wilma give you at that last party?" I asked."It was her business card. That's all I swear. I never called her." he added."Jason just shut the fuck up. You answer my questions do not elaborate, remember?" I asked."Yes," he said."Who called you Sunday to get her address? I know that someone found out you were our sponsor. I also know they found out she was calling around to the papers and the cops about the underage boy and girl who were there.. "Ricky! Ricky!" She shook her son awake, her heart pounding. God, what if Shawn caught her in bed with him! "Ricky, wake up!" The boy clung to her, mumbling, and she had to struggle out of his embrace. As his cock slipped out of her pussy, he moaned. "You're late for your paper route," she said, throwing on her robe and tying it with her back to him. "Get some clothes on and wear your raincoat." "Who cares?" Ricky said. "I don't care about that old route. I wanna stay.