I watched his eyes as he was masturbating. Sex John told me he needed the pants back, so I had to put my clothes on. If they want to do something fun, I have to go along with it. If they want to do something fun, I have to go along with it. I felt various levels of pain, but what was more was my level of fear. The longer I was in that position, the more I wanted to be back in the bed, the more I wanted them to both be fucking me. My option was to leave and go on their ways, just a nice dinner, no charge to me, or I get into their car, go to their hotel room and spend the night. After a series of emails, we worked out Friday as the best night, and if it spilled into Saturday, well, that’s what weekends are for! I got in my car and I went back to my house. With his other hand, he grazed his hand down my shirt, to the bulge that was in my pants. He reached over the seat and grabbed something. From that point on, I was never the same. So I removed my clothes and he put them behind the seat.
