Haas blindfolded her again and led her out to the rental pickup. Bill and Kenny were already gone in Bill’s old red Ford pickup truck. Haas helped T...anya into the truck, got in himself, started the engine and drove away. After 20 minutes Haas told her to remove her blindfold, if she wanted, and asked her address. She was a little reluctant to give away her address, but gave it anyway. Haas drove her home.She lived in a five storey apartment house. Haas parked in front of the house and looked at. “Pull it out, sexy!”The beautician extracted the engorged member and stroked it slowly with his slender, delicate, manicured hands.“Ahhhh,” groaned Danny. “Feels good, baby!”“Just wait for this,” the sissy lowered his head to the steamy crotch.“Oh yeah,” Danny jumped. “Suck Daddy’s cock, pussyboy!”“Mmhmm!”“I love this sexy Black ass, baby boi!”“Mmmm!”Danny spanked the firm yet supple ass cheeks. “I’m gonna tear your faggit hole up, sissy boi!” He took another sip of tequila and dipped his. Joanne walked over to him and hugged him from behind, pressing her breasts into his back. Despite their earlier intimacy, Chris kept his hands in his lap. Joanne wondered if he'd been playing with himself again. He'd removed whatever was on his computer screen when she knocked on his door. Obviously Chris still felt hung up about his masturbating."Chris, dad and I think it would be great if we all go to the beach. It's going to be a hot day and it would be good for you to get some sun."Chris. “Yep,” I replied.“Happily married?” she pressed. It was not a series of questions I had expected.“It’s OK,” I replied. I gazed at her left hand for the sign of a wedding band. Not seeing one, I asked, “Are you married?”“No,” she replied. “Guys out here are hard to find.”Putman, I learned, was a ghost town and had a population of about 80, counting the chickens and the stray dogs.“So, what do you do?” I asked.“I baby sit, mostly,” she replied.“So, where are the babies?” I asked.“I just dropped.