After that the nicknames and crude gestures died off. I thanked the gods, for it was only a month later that Vincent was enrolled. Vincent was a tall... raven haired smart ass (Yes, I have a type). He played basketball and ran track, but hung out with outcast crowd. I knew I liked him the first time I saw him. He spent a lot of time in the Principal’s office, but never seemed to get in trouble. He constantly proved the teachers wrong, and as much as it pissed them off, the Principal couldn’t do. He helped me with taking the measurements as being taller than I could easily reach up with the yardstick to the top of the window. I wrote down the measurement he called in my notebook. He escorted me to the drawing room where my father waited. Another footman stood ready to serve tea. "Mr. Smith. I thank you for your prompt attendance, the morrow or the next day would have been quite sufficient."My father bowed slightly. "My Lord, it is a pleasure to be of service." Please sit down." The Earl. . . very casually . . attired.”“I am not tired,” Catalina replied.“Attired,” I repeated.“Nooooo,” Catalina replied, “I am not tired.”“Where is your camera?” Catalina asked.“I have my phone,” I told her. My iPhone was my camera of choice.“Great!” Catalina. “Take my picture!”I took out my iPhone and quickly snapped a photo.“No, no, no, no, no,” Catalina exclaimed. “I want to pose and you take my photo.”Catalina positioned herself on her couch, propping herself up with pillows and pulling her long. Never had she initiated it. She always let me do whatever, but, she was not like this! I felt a hand reach into my boxers and yank my cock up. I was only about three quarters hard and not really hardening because I did not know what the hell was going on. But she slid down and my cock was in her mouth!! I chewed on the sl**ping bag trying to keep quiet and then I felt her spinning around and I saw the shadow of a thigh go over my face before a very wet and completely shaven split peach.