He paused, straining to hear anything else in the silence of his apartment. For a moment there was nothing and he almost dismissed it as coming from s...omewhere else in the building. Then he heard it again, a thump, louder than before and definitely coming from his bedroom. Michael’s mind returned to the unlocked door and he felt his heart kicking up a notch. Someone had broken in after all and they were still here. He looked around his kitchen and spotted the wood block that held a set of. I was the first to arrive, and chose to park on the gravel directly across the driveway from the front of the house. I arrived early so that I would have the opportunity to meet Mason properly, and to be able to admire the legendary Maison Pines. I made my way up the marble steps to the stretching front porch, which was supported by white fluted columns and wrapped around the entire structure, with an exact replica overhead around the second floor. Floor to ceiling windows served as walls for. I watched one man, he was dressed and not in swim trunks. he was talking to Mrs. Wilkensand then he came walking my way. He stopped and sat down next to me. He said his name was Mike and they were going to be a bachlor party and wanted to know if I wanted to make some money. I told him I did but what did I have to do? Mike said they would pay me $300 and all I had to do was have sex with him and five other guys, Mrs. Wilkens is already signed up. I thought about it for a minute and told him. It was still very long and perfect for sucking. I would push it to the back of my throat, heave and pull it out. I would try different positions and a variety of techniques before I would go to bed. Some of those included, shove it in very fast, very slowly, drive it back and forth very quickly, try to swallow it, and twist it around. I did get to where I found my own personal preferences that worked best for me. The guy I was dating at the time could tell a big difference in a relatively short.