This was the point when I realised that I would be a slut faggot for the rest of my life because no one was pleasuring me but I was hard as a rock and... loving what was happening to me. After a few minutes of rimming him Paul got up and him and Mark took turns shoving their cocks in and out of my mouth telling me what a slut I was, Paul then moved round to my arse, I heard him spraying lube onto his cock and could feel myself getting excited as Mark sat down and presented his arse for me to lick.. ., before moving sideways to your heels (so smooth), and then when I lifted your feet off the floor to put my nose (and lips and tongue and fingers) to your soles and catch that Sensationally Delicious scent only feet can produce (especially when nylon clad), you toppled over onto your backside and you instantly spread your lovely smooth elegant legs, shining pale pink through the fabric of your nylons (simply breathtaking, that was)... making my mouth water...and I was feeling so hard my 6"x. “Yeah… please,” Hans replied, with glee.Then, taking the underwear from Hans’ hands Fritz dribbled a bit of piss on them before handing them back to Hans. Shortly, Hans was on his way home clutching his new treasure.The following day when Hans arrived at Fritz’s apartment, Fritz was already naked. As Hans began stripping after being told to do so, Fritz ‘tanked-up’ on his spliff.“Lie on your back on the sofa with your head over the armrest,” Fritz instructed, before their next encounter got. I botched it pretty bad, but he didn't care and theinstructors were able to help me make it look presentable.With practice and patience, my skills quickly improved. Not only didRoger come back, he let me put highlights in his hair, but many of myfriends and all of my family also came to support me.By the time Spring came along, my skills were sufficient enough for meto start to intern with area salons. I had to work for 1 week each, in3 different salons. Of course, I wanted to intern at Dad's.