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?" anal 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. threesome 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 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 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. My mind was not able to focus on the road. The boys from the photographs were absolutely haunting me. Each photo rotated through my minds eye. I wanted each of them. All of them. I wanted their flesh on mine and their mouths on me. I wanted my mouth on them, I wanted to have one in my hand as another entered me from behind, Hardcore while another caressed my hair and ran his hand across my back. I was as if a fever of some sort was created by the very images of these missing boys, all so young, full of life and all so magnetic. Filled with shame and desire I continued to shake, taking deep breaths in an attempt to make it home safe. When I made cumshot blowjob it up to my apartment I put the dossier on the dining room table, and bee lined to the shower. Blasted off its hinges, the huge door flew into the museum and landed with a crash against a far wall. “Mind if I use your sybian whilst you 2 are in the shower?” Hardcore I just wanted to know everything. I went round the rest of the rooms to see who was where, and who was up. He leaned back and watched Sportscenter as he played with her wonderful tits. I had to use a scrubbing brush on some bits, and had some red patches by the time I had finished. “Oh God, you look so fucking hot doing that,” he said fondling anal my tits. Sherry rocked her ass and gasped softly when I felt for the entrance cumshot to her. “Look at them. “Oh my god, she’s your niece. We watched as she scurried away. And so many clips blowjob of guys doin it back and forth with each other. Just as with Gary. “Good, then let’s go.” We left the car and walked across the icy pavement to the entrance. “Becky!” the girl threesome groaned. Right then I heard a horn go off and knew that Irma was here to pick up Gloria. Both were covered with sweat.