”Mark heard the garage door go up and then down with cars moving in and out. He came down to see what was going on and I invited him to come in and ...hear what Eva had to say.After getting her something to drink, we sat in the living room and she started her story. “Jack, I’m sorry to come to you but I didn’t know where else to turn. You seem to know people that might be able to help me. I got a package, hand delivered a few days ago. It was from my dad. It wasn’t the US mail or Federal Express. ''''you prefer to watch us? i was help nakedtrying to hide my small balls and cock''dont be shy dude you are cute''''damn bro look at that smooth bubble but''both rubbing my ass before sitting down''why you keep hidding it you shy?''helping my hands off my small cock''here hold mine instead yours too small , hold my hard cock ''''yes mine too here hold my big cock , you cant play yours, here like this feel how big it is''both my hands put on them big cockslooking left and right at my small. "I guess you've learned your lesson. It should be pretty obvious by now that you're nothing compared to me." He lifted his foot up and I could feel blood finally rushing back to my dick. I reached down and rubbed at my shaft, trying my best to ease the pain and discomfort. "If you want to rub a REAL cock, I've got one for you. That little shriveled mess isn't going to bring anyone pleasure anymore." I raised my head back up and my eyes met the tip of his still throbbing cock. Without even. Butter flavored oil. It’s disgusting. And it gets all over your hands. They get all greasy.”“It is gross,” she agreed. “That thing you were talking about? The accidental touching of the hands? It would be so awful if the hand you touched had oil all over it. It would ruin the experience.”Her voice exhilarated him. He wanted her. The thrill of something foreign appearing in a place where all else was predictable. The recklessness of language. The pull of the unknown.He bowed slightly. “Will you.