The woman attempted to crawl out of the dumpster. However, she wasso short that it was obvious that she needed help. Tony/Hal moved tohelp her, jus...t as any gentleman would, only to have his hand violentlyshoved away."I said I ain't no woman, and I don't need no help neither!" exclaimed thewoman.As she crawled out of the dumpster, Tony/Hal could see under her shortskirt to what was underneath. She wasn't wearing any panties. There,exposed for the whole world to see was a very female vaginal. Now and again she would bob up and down rapidly, then lick up my shaft before resuming her slow sensual tongue work, and after a few minutes I could feel pressure building in my balls as an orgasm built up.Lucy seemed to notice though, as she was not entirely inexperienced, and stopped, standing up, and asking me to move. When I did she got on the bed and lay down, not across it this time but lengthwise, with her head on the pillow, her hands on my hips as I remained kneeling, trying to pull me. ”“Oh, dear.”“My hands get tired and my phone often runs out of data or battery from all the porn I have to watch to relieve myself.”“Aww. No boy should ever have to suffer such a burden.”“Please help me, mom. Please.”“I’ll help you, honey. I will. In every way I can. Just tell me what to do,” I said, all while still massaging his penis by largely grabbing the mass of genitals that my palm and fingers could fit and deliberately jerking him around the head of his penis, with the underwear. The next day a helicopter arrived exactly as the itinerary said.Too make a long story short, I was transported to a waiting private jet and flown to a small field outside of Philadelphia. From there I was sped to a villa on the outskirts of the city. Angela met me at the door with a hug and a kiss on the cheek."Dad's out of town on business so you don't need to worry about meeting him, "she explained. "But we have a lot to accomplish before we can leave for Boston."The "we" turned out to be me..