He picked me up & we went to tim hortons and got a tea and pulled off to the side to talk.we had both talked over the phone and knew this was going to... be something sexual so i dressed in somethingcomfortable, ( a low cut top & a skirt with no bra or panties.but where he parked there was others going in & out of the parking lot so it was not to privet.the chat started getting sexual as the same way it had in the past over the phone.he reached over to me grabbing my left tit over my top, i took. I stroked on it slowly, watching the head of it as I pulled the foreskin away. Thats it he whispered. The shirtless one was huge. Probably the biggest dick I had seen up to that point. I wondered if I would be able to fit him inside of me. It scared me and excited me at the same time. As I stroked on the motorcycle man, I started to take the shirtless one in my mouth. As I sucked slowly, I could feel him growing even larger in my mouth. Soon my tiny mouth was stretched as far as it could go.. .." Except then they realise that nothing else pays quite as well as sex, so they've got a choice of being metaphorically fucked up the ass by The Man and being stuck in a shitty low-paid job while their male colleagues take home checks that are twice as big... or being wealthy, but being quite literally fucked up the ass by The Man." Well it's their choice and they deserve to choose whether they want to make something of their academics or if they want to do sex work - there's nothing ethical. My cock was getting harder and closer to 90 degrees. I had to do something. Since my shirt was wet I went to the restroom to wash myself and in there I took out my 7inch cock and started shaking it wildly. Finally after sometime I jerked off and came out. Had my dinner and went back home.Since the time I saw those huge breasts, a tiny thought about Smita even makes me hard. I woman whom I never thought in the wrong sense has taken control of my sexual instincts. Every night I think about her.