The older woman spoke."We could see how much you enjoyed our little show earlier thisafternoon. We thought you might enjoy it and we were right, weren...'t we?"I think my jaw had dropped a little at that comment. Of course I hadenjoyed it! I was a normal boy, wasn't I and hadn't I been given a rathernice display of what is not normally on show?"Which did you enjoy most? My daughter's teen fashion with all the laceand silk over nylons and suspenders or my nice straight skirt and moremotherly. I licked my way down to his knees and back up, I held my face on the other side of his throbbing cock, I pulled back and took his balls in my mouth, one at a time, I wanted to feel them with my tongue, gently caress them in my warm wet mouth, the skin at the base of his balls was so soft, his balls rolling in my mouth, my tongue licking between his legs attempting to get to his perky ass.I took his cock deep in my mouth, it was a perfect fit, my tongue massaged, licked, stroked it, ever so. ‘I drove and I will never do it again. People around here drive like maniacs. Bax says the local term is ‘Massholes.” Ryan laughed. ‘I’ve heard. We had more than a few close calls ourselves getting here.’ ‘I thought D.C. drivers were bad, but man, it’s downright scary around here.’ ‘I’m sorry you had to risk death and dismemberment to come see me,’ Ryan said. ‘I’d do it again, a thousand times over.’ He stood and made an exaggerated bow before he swept her into his arms for a kiss. Ryan. He told me to stop there, and we rode to the top floor insilence while Coach's eyes explored my exposed body.The chime went off as we reached the top floor. I bent to gather myclothes when Coach said simply "leave them" as he walked out. I obeyed,and was silently grateful I hadn't brought my wallet with me. I followedhim down the long hall, and during the trip several people saw me in mystate of undress following the older man, none said a word. Do they thinkI'm a prostitute? I wondered to.