The Making of a Cockslut 4
All day I couldn't concentrate on work, the thought of what awaited me at Ron and Henry's tonight distracted me beyond belief, watching the clock, 5 o'clock I'm out the door. On the train I couldn't sit still, then up the elevator turn right and knock on number 39, Ron opens the door and welcomes me in, Henry hands me a beer. Chatting for a bit then a knock at the door, a guy with longish blonde hair walks in, I guess he is about ten years younger than me maybe early thirties, "Tom this is...