At least soyou say in your tons of fan mail I receive every day."You dress me up, I'm your puppetYou buy me things, I love itYou bring me food, I need... itYou give me love, I feed itAnd look at the two of us in sympathyWith everything we seeI never want anything, it's easyYou buy whatever I needBut look at my hopes, look at my dreamsThe currency we've spent(Ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent...I'm your puppetI love it" (Rent)Ah, Rent is sung from the male perspective.As I became rich by doing. He just smiled and began to unzip me. Before I knew it, his hand was inside and he'd found his way through the opening of my boxer shorts. His thumb and finger began circling the tip of my penis. This was crazy!Just as I was starting to enjoy the sensation, a door in the back of the store swung open. Out walked a man who seemed to be in a hurry. The clerk quickly removed his hand and I turned away to hide the fact that my zipper was open. The man walked briskly to the front of the store and. I had one of those electronic translation devices to help, otherwise I was on my own with them. I couldn't leave the safe house area of the compound. I lived in a one room cabin from the church camp days."We gave the single gentleman the name Boris, and the couple is Fred and Ginger Smith," Liam explained. "Your job is to keep them happy and away from the trainees." It isn't my job to be sure they are safe?" I asked."Silvia this is a high security area and no one knows they are here. I think. I guided the index finger of that hand to his perineum and gently massaged. I was rewarded with a soft moan.I dug the nails of the hand that was wrapped around his shaft lightly into its underside; I heard another moan and felt him harden further as a second drop of pre-cum met my tongue. I began to slide my mouth up and down the two inches of his cock that extended beyond my grasp. He began to subtly rock forward and back, matching my rhythm.“Fay,” he said hoarsely, “that feels amazing.”I.