This story goes back when I was 18 years old when I masturbated without knowing what it was.My parents have a business so they don’t have much time,... usually in the summer vacation I used to go to my grandparent’s house in my city.They have a huge bungalow. It is actually a very lonely and very rich area there are big bungalows and farmhouses.I used to roam on my bicycle particularly in afternoon or sometimes at night at 11 or 12 pm (I used to sneak) with my dog following me admiring those big. And then the masks. I'd had every doubt in the world until I adhorned that mask. As soon as my eyes were covered in red silk and black lace my inhibitions were lost. I can remember the adrenaline starting as soon as we'd walked down the steps in the street leading to seemingly nothing, but after presenting our invitation, a vast room of expense opened up before us. A room filled with masks. I can feel his hand now on the small of my back as he interrupted our giggling at the bar, dressed in. Breathless you thank him, and run your hand over his cheek. He nuzzles it and kisses your palm. With the shower still running , Chris pulls you down to the floor. Hesitant to see what he intends, he lays down on the stone floor. You look him up and down, and his cock is swollen and stiff. For a second you think he wants something in return, and angle yourself to take his cock. But he grabs your hand and pulls you up to him. Reaching over he guides you to sit on his face. Another round?. ”“Are you kidding me?”“No, I’m not. That’s for a house with about an hour’s drive to work. Anything closer would be more.”“Jesus!” exclaimed Georgia. “And I thought the market down here was crazy.”“There’s crazy and then there’s crazy,” commented Paige. “Back there it took both of us working to pay the rent on the apartment. Here we can afford a house.”“On just his paycheck?” asked Georgia. “Sorry, not my business!” she said waving her hands. “I’m nosy.”“Don’t worry. Maybe. I want to find a job.