Ron MacLaird sipped his wine, as he stared admiringly at his dinnercompanion, seated across the table from him. "So, how was work today?"he asked, ma...king idle chatter.His dining companion, a lithe woman of about twenty-four, smiled athim. Her smile was enchanting; it was easy to understand why she'd wonhigh-school beauty pageants. "The usual. Lots of paperwork, reviewingtrade studies, and in the end, very little was accomplished."Ron laughed. "I don't see how you can put up with it month. "I smiled and raised my glass, "Thanks." Anything to help a struggling young man," he said, raising his glass. "I'm Tom." I'm Leo," I said, smiling. "It's nice to meet you."I'll leave you alone with your paper," said Tom, picking up his fresh glass and standing, "but if there's anything else I can do for you, please, let me know." Sure," I said, smiling, "and thanks."He gave me a little wiggle of the eyebrows as he left, but I didn't pay any attention. I went back to reading my want ads."Better. All of a sudden, Jillian stopped, and ran backstage for a moment. She returned with a friend, with an even bigger toy around her. She lay Jordan down on his back, put her palms on the mat, and profusely fucked his ass. "GEEZ!" he managed to yell for a split second. "Suck, this fucking cock clean!" Jillian ordered. Against his better judgement, he did as she ordered. He had trouble breathing, his asshole being fucked, and Jillian fucking his mouth. He had a cold at the same time. After a very. As his eyes meet mine, I swallow his cock. Up and down the shaft I venture measuring its full length. My hands are working as well; I'm massaging his balls, desperate to get my man primed and ready. Simultaneously, I'm poking my finger into his ass as well. The moans he let out in sheer temptation makes me proud. I can make my man moan, I can make my man moan my name out.His cock head is as red as his face, and after I go down on him for two or three minutes, I sense that Darren is experiencing.