On the first page was a photo of young man, he couldn't have been more than 20. Stark black hair, a few locks hanging over his dark and penetrating eyes. It is almost embarrassing, it is so trite, but his eyes felt like they were looking into me. "Who... who... is this?" I mustered while reluctantly breaking my gaze with the young man who, given my age, could have very well been my son. Mathis took the photo from my hand, "Oh, that's Devin McNerra, he went to Banbury with his girlfriend, Megan something-or-rather and she said that after a night at a the local theater..." Tony rifled through his stack of papers, "... the Devil's Playhouse production of 'A Midsummer's Night Dream' they went back to their hotel room, fucked, well she said 'made love'," he flashed quotes with his fingers, "and when she woke up in the morning he was gone." A hot shiver ran through me, "How old is he?" Tony flipped a papers about again, "Says here he's eighteen." The shiver ran deeper and hotter, this time with a mighty dose of shame. Tony handed the photo back and I did not look at it, instead pushing it back into the envelope. "Take a look in there," Tony pointed to the package, "there are a shitload of 'em." I reached in and pulled out the stack of photographs. Each photo featured a young man more physically striking than the next. Ridiculously handsome features, hair flowing free but not unruly, and the eyes. Again, it is embarrassing, the eyes of each young man. Their eyes all felt like I may have known them from a dream, and not a particularly pure dream, if you know what I mean. With each photo I kept getting tingles and chills. These pictures of these bizarrely striking boys were literally making me wet. Each one more than the one before. After making it through about seven photos I tried to play it cool and put japanese the photos back in the package. I was almost shaking, not of fear and not of excitement, but some strange combination of both I had never felt. "Rougher night than I realized Anna." Mathis chuckled noticing my tremors. I drew a deep breath, "Yeah, Christ Tony - when do I need to be there?" "Take the rest of the day, gather yourself, read everything, pack enough for a week and come here to check in with me in the morning?" "You got it." I stood up and walked out of the office asian praying to whatever God there may be that my excitement wasn't visible through my white slacks. "Hey Terrence," I froze, "maybe take it easy on the sauce tonight." Thankfully, with morning rush hour over, traffic wasn't bad. For just the littlest of things. She continue to sit in silence. Uncle Jeff can I just call you Jeff? As I gently caressed it she let out a sharp breath. She realised that it was the only other phone. She felt his pace falter, becoming less precise as he started to squeeze down on her, tight and hard, his ass rippling around her as it milked her length, a jet of something japanese hot striking her stomach, once, twice, three times between their body as he rode her, slamming down harder on her cock asian as he came on her skin. Walking on her tiptoes through the sand, she swayed rhythmically making her way ashore. He was fucking me like rabbit. “The nails. She sighed. I nervously looked to the floor. “I have a bigger one. I sucked a little harder which caused a louder moan. Are you sure that is what you want?” Now she is in a petticoat and thin blouse on her body. I’ll begin checking when I get up tomorrow, which means you’ll be paying me OT. I winced as my bottom touched the chair, my ass was so sore from being pummeled by Amanda’s pole. It turns out that the only thing they didn’t plan for her was actually sticking their dicks in her. I started the camera running and turned the lights on.