Believe me’. I’m trying my best to reassure him of how well his sister has been since moving here, away from their childhood village. ‘She told... you about him; that scumbag that called himself family? I swear to god if he ever gets out of prison I’ll be going in myself for murder’. His mouth stops in a hard line after his words left. He looks frustrated and makes a fist before resting his forehead on it. He looks lost; like a predator that’s lost its’ prey. I have the urge to cuddle him and. But I did not tell her as she was still talking to various team members. I was waiting to talk to her later. We all left for the day and immediately after reaching home I messaged her asking: “Hi babe, can I wish you personally?” with a winking smiley. Within 2 minutes she replied, “7 pm at my apartment.” She knows what was coming and I also was happy that it is going to be a great evening for us. I dressed up and reached her flat on time. I carried a few roses and chocolates. She invited me. ‘Her name is Colby Colson and she painted that piece she is standing in front of, as well as several others displayed throughout the gallery.’ ‘So she is an artist?’ ‘A twenty three year old artist who has been in New York for less than six months and is, I might add, what you might call fresh from the farm and totally innocent.’ There seemed to be a warning in her words that again made Justin grin. ‘Can I ask for more information.’ He lifted one shoulder. ‘Is she married? Single? I like what I. I had to return the favour so got on my knees and opened up his trousers and dropped them to his ankles. Now I had a proper look at his lovely cock, I would guess 8", maybe slightly longer and thick. The first thing I noticed was how big and saggy his balls were, I lifted up his dick and put my face in his balls and started licking. I couldn't believe how soft they were, I thought they would be rough so nice surprise there. I liked every mm of him until I reached the end of his dick. I can't.