1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    doctor ordered! Sub-title: Stone Walls do not a Prison Make Peter left for home just before noon on Sunday. We had made love another time when we awoke. I just could not get enough of being in his arms. Making breakfast for us was fun too. It was sort of like playing house. I started dreaming of what it might be like to be doing it every morning, and wondered if I would like being a housewife. I decided that I would as long as Peter was my husband. It was raining that afternoon, so I just stayed home to putter around the house. Margo got home late in the day with a wild story about romping in the nude around the pool at Uncle Charlie's place, and giving his chauffeur a blow-job on a deck chair while Carol had Uncle Charlie tied to the diving board, and was clamping clothespins to his cock and balls. &#034You should come with us sometime,&#034 she suggested, but I politely declined the honor. I preferred the way I had spent my weekend. Margo did not go to &#034The Gilded G****&#034 that night. She said that she was too tired from her weekend, and wanted to give her body a rest. That did not, however, stop her from working of her nightly d***k by drinking beer and a few shots of whiskey while we watched television. It was getting so that Margo could not function without a drink. We had almost missed the last rent payment because she had all but run out of money from buying alcohol. If I could have moved out I probably would have, but I felt sort of obligated to staying with ...
    her until I had a really good reason, and I did not know where else to go. I could not afford as nice an apartment as we had on just my salary. I needed something major to happen to break things loose. I went to bed early, partially to get away from Margo, but mostly to get a good night's sl**p. I had an appointment with the photographer in the morning. I arrived on time for my photo session at Tom's studio. The girl at the reception desk told me how to get to Tom's office, and I knocked at the door. His big, friendly voice boomed out, &#034Come in!&#034 from inside, and I entered. The office was a lot neater than I had expected. All the decor was very trendy and modern in the style that was called &#034Mod&#034 at the time. The walls were, of course, covered with photographs along with a number of awards that he or the studio had won. Tom was sitting behind a big, wooden desk talking on the telephone. He was leaning back in the chair with his feet up on the desk gesturing with the pipe in his right hand as he talked. He waved to me with the pipe as I came in, and used it to point to a big, upholstered chair at the front of his desk. I took a seat to wait for him to finish his conversation. &#034Glad you could make it,&#034 Tom said when he hung up the phone. &#034You're the first one that we called in. Did you bring your papers?&#034 I took out the forms that he had given me in the envelope at the audition, and passed them across the desk to him. &#034I think that you'll find ...
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