Some nights she would spend with Tammy, neither of us leaving her alone for too long for fear of her falling into a depression. It was the very least ...we could do. She was so sad. So tragically sad and alone. Tammy was young and very beautiful. She had a whole lifetime ahead of her. Of course, imparting this wisdom brought on more tears.In the past few weeks, I found myself volunteering more often for the night shift because of work and my wife took the day shift. Tammy took it all in good. Then you start, my chest, my arms, around my back and then, down.I feel one of your hands cup my balls as the other, with the sponge, presses down on the head covering the whole of my cock in suds. My eyes roll back in my head and I have to put my arms out and lean against the wall to stop myself falling over. You wrap the sponge around my shaft and commence to 'clean' me. Oh my god, if this is cleaning, please never stop. Now I start to groan. The feelings are truly amazing, one hand gently. I wanted to serve him, to be his and I wanted to do anything to please him.It started when he said he wanted a white infidel boy to serve him, so I asked him what he wanted to do. He started to tell me everything over the next few months, and I became intoxicated and addicted to what he was saying, until eventually I agreed to fly to meet him for some fun. I wasn't willing to be his slave for real, but for a few days it would be fun. He agreed and said it would be fun too, but I would have to. 20 minutes later she emerges, the security gaurd laughing & joking with her. She looks at me & laughs, starts pointing at me as she walks over. I get the remote out & hold it in the air, as if to say, don't start or I will do it. She laughs."What are you going to do, get my bag excited"?"Have you took them off"? I ask upset"Well, they kind of got in the way when that security gaurd wanted to put his cock in me" she said sarcastically"You fucked him" Well the deal was a blow job, but then he.