Mene mann hi mann socha ki bewakoof ladki ye tune kya kiya jooth hi bol deti ki bag chori ho gaya hai par us time darr k maare kuch sujha hi nahi mene... us ladke ko kaha ki thik hai par ek problem hai meri private part kaafi ghayal hai Ladka: agar paise nahi chahiye to me jaata hu. Me: thik hai ruko.jo tum chaho kar sakte ho ab yaha se jaldi chalo please. Fir wo ladka mujhe ek gande se hotel me le gaya or 2 ghante ke liye room book karaya room ki keys dete time waha ka ganda manager mujhe aankhon. I called out again, as I made my way to the massage table. As I walked down the hallway, I turned the corner to see a nude Tracy in the shower. He had a very nice body, some bulging muscles, a hot ass, dark hairy legs. He turned around and I could see that he had no pubic hair, or what I thought was none. My hand went immediately between my legs. This was not on my agenda for the night. Something unplanned. I watched as he lathered up and shaved his cock, his balls, his entire pubic region. If. I grinned down at her, enjoying the performance as the cute nineteen year old babe reached up, taking my full, fat balls in her soft, petite hand. After almost two weeks of restraint and edging, they ached with pleasure from her fingertips massaging them, the gentle squeeze of her hand easily persuading them to reward her with a few more thick pumps of precum into her mouth as she sucked me. Her eyes met mine as she began to enthusiastically bob up and down, her lips and tongue working together. Sometimes literally. Perhaps it was my fascination and veneration of female beauty, or the way I could make them do whatever I wanted when I had them within my grasp, but for as long as I could remember, I have always enjoyed the thought of making my living with artwork. Female artwork that is. While the fantasies had started at a much younger age, I entered into my trafficking business roughly when I was out of school, around the age of 18. At first, I started off as a scout: prying through.