Personally, I believe he had someone pick that out for him. As much as I don't like putting people down, Leon wasn't the sharpest hammer in the drawer..., just the longest and thickest.Hammer-boy, sorry—Leon—looked over at the director for when he should apply the final moments of his sperm’s life. This meant he looked right at the camera, because the shooter also happened to be Rod the director. It was a low-budget scraper—just scraping by—so that wasn’t unusual. Looking at the camera. But after those the men were different. In the first shot they were covering their faces with their left hands clearly showing off their wedding bands. The second shot was the same; those married men were on their knees in front of Brad's stiff cock covered in cum."Brad, I thought you were making this up," I said absolutely stunned. "Are some of these guys married?" Many married men secretly love to suck dick," Brad chuckled. "All they want to do from the moment they see my cock on craigslist. That when I heard her. At first it was a small sound, just a slight gasp. My eyes flicked in my moms direction for an instant. The rabbit on the TV was just about to pull the old switcheroo when I heard a clearly audible intake of breath, this time I turned my head and gazed at at wonder I had never known. The chair had reclined to a flat position. As my mother lay back in her new chair the motors or rotors or whatever began vibrating as well. The white t-shirt my mom was wearing covered her. I longed for that feeling and was more than happy when Daniel decided that the small droplets of blood that leaked from my lip wasn’t enough. His hand pulled and jerked my head to the side, giving him adequate space. Swiftly he found a spot to his liking and bit into my neck. My eyes shut as my back arched. My hands found his hair and tightened around his golden locks. As Daniel sucked my blood, letting his tongue dance across the surface of my skin, I heard him undo his studded belt and unzip.