Brett told me to shave my entire body and head. He talked to me on speaker phone as I did so in my shower. After I finished, I was instructed to take ...a picture and email it to him. It had to include my face, which I did with little trepidation. It was so exhilarating being ordered what to do. Brett then asked if I knew where the adult bookstore was. I did and by a quarter to eight, I was on my way. I was wearing just a pair of jean shorts, a black t-shirt, and my Converse. He had described his. “Your breasts are gorgeous,” she said. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off them all night.” “Or your hands,” I joked as I reached behind myself to undo my bra. She pulled my bra off my shoulders, and threw it on the bed behind me. “Well, now they’re mine. All mine.” She took one of them in her mouth and suckled my nipple. It was a feeling I had experienced before. The five or six men I’ve slept with all loved my breasts. They are big and round and firm, and apparently hard to ignore. But. I began to lick it gently, and after a few minutes I began to part my lips. He slipped his raging hard on into my virgin mouth, and I began to suck on another man’s cock for the very first time in my life. My hands now rested on his tight ass, and I began grope his ass hard while I continued to suck on his throbbing member. Several minutes had elapsed, and I felt his body begin to tighten up. He began to moan out when he suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth. I felt several waves of cum splash. True to his online name, Panty Man, he loves panties. Only, not new, unworn panties, he prefers worn slightly soiled panties that save the sweet, pungent aroma of the woman who recently wore them. He lives alone without a pet in a high rise, one bedroom condo in Boston that overlooks the Boston Common. Whenever he is off from work, his powerful binoculars scan the greenery of the park watching for women sitting on the grass and paying more attention to their lunch or conversation than to the.