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There was the usual mix of lesbian, teen, amateur type rooms.The one that caught the eye was the one which invited you to find a Master / Mistress. I have been waiting for my girlfriend but she will not let me do anything, here I could go into a room and pretend with someone who was the opposite and just wanted to use me for sex. I had only ever used my webcam to correspond with last girlfriend who had lived interstate part of the time we were going out. It was strangely arousing to be watched by someone, not knowing anything about them. For the next few minutes I followed simple instructions to get the position of the camera correct as well as the lights. What the hell, its not like it was anyone who could recognise me, so I complied. After submitting to an inspection of my naked body, I was told that I needed to shave my balls now.As I walked past the couch, I couldn’t help but notice that Dab was lying on his stomach. Looking like two basketballs dipped in white chocolate.His boxers were hanging loosely off his ass, making my mouth water.At this point I had no idea if I was talking to a male or female, all I knew was that they were from the US — the mystery was a turn on. When I was finished I was told I was a good boi and that I would be rewarded.But first I was asked some personal questions about what I was looking for and if I was enjoying being a sub. ” “Yes Sir, I replied.” “Good boi.” “Before you get your reward boi, you need to prove your loyalty and give me your address.The fare here says you charge twenty dollars for an hour, what do you charge for half and hour?” “Well, we really don’t have a rate outlined for that, but if you want to stop and have me wait I’d only charge you twelve dollars.” “Twelve isn’t bad,” I said. ” The wonderful thing about the internet is that it gives you an anonymous freedom to explore.

Dab’s tight hole twitched when my finger made contact with it. Soon, his ass began to get wet from me playing with it. I had always suspected that he got down, but this was proof of it. I slid Dab’s boxers down lower than they already were.He was tall, maybe six foot two or six foot three with large muscular arms and legs which were intriguing to watch as he easily picked up my heavy bag.As he turned to climb back into the driver’s side of the cab I noticed his tight ass.He was fair skinned but spoke with a bit of an accent, so I guessed he was from somewhere in Europe, or somewhere.Wherever it was a heck of a lot different than the East Texan twang I run into a lot since I moved here.

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