Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2003 17:43:55 +0100 (BST)
From: b b <beverley_now2002@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Getting paid by teach part 6

Mr Taylor made love to me, by morning my arse was
sore, he gently rubbed some cream on me to ease the
soreness.
We talked about the future, Mr Taylor said he still
wanted to see me, that made me happy, but he still
wanted to get married. I was confused but I thought at
least I cold still see him. His future wife would be
occasionally going away for her work and that would
have to be enough.
I didn't see him properly again for another 5 or so
weeks. He pulled me to one side in the corridoor at
school and said his Fiancee was going away over the
coming weekend and did I want to see him. Of course I
said yes.
He picked me up from the park Friday night, I asked if
we were going to his house, he said no, and did I want
to earn some money. Of course I said I did, but how?
He asked me if I loved him, I said yes of course, he
then asked if I could work for him, apparently he had
been talking to a gay guy and they wanted to find a
safe place to get up to their business, I was a little
upset but I loved Mr Taylor and I would do anything to
please him. We drove around the City for a while and
eventually stopped at an old dissused park. Mr Taylor
nodded his head toward a public toilet in the park.
"twenty pounds for you if you blow those guys" I
looked toward the toilet and saw two men standing by
the door smoking and talking. OK I said, I was
actually quite exited. I assume Mr Taylor was getting
money for this but I wasn't too worried.
I opened the door of the car, glanced back at Mr
Taylor, he smiled at me and said it would be ok. I
walked toward the toilet and as I entered one of the
men followed me in. I wasn't too sure what to do, the
toilet was smelly, one fluorescent light that
flickered. The guy that followed me in was quite big,
probably about 5'11" and was in his late 50's early
60's probably. I went into one of the cubicles, it was
dirty in there, he told me to sit on the seat. He
locked the door behind him and stood before me, his
belt was then undone and he unzipped his fly, his
flacid cock then flopped out, he wasn't that big, grey
pubic hairs poked from the urine stained underpants,
he rubbed himself a couple of times but I took over
for him, I held his penis between my thumb and
forefinger and drew his foreskin back, he was dirty, I
didn't expect this but I was doing it for Mr Taylor so
I would do it and I would do it well. Under his
foreskin was quite a lot of white paste, this was
cleaned off by my mouth, it actually didn't taste too
bad, he started to grow in my mouth, he groaned as his
cock grew and I knew I was now pleasing him. My lips
had become expert on Mr Taylor and I put into practice
all the techniques I knew, I slowed and my tongue
played and probed his piss hole, I then jerked him
fast pulling to and fro his foreskin, his cock was now
shiny and clean, I hoped he would come soon. After a
while I removed him from my mouth and decided to wank
him off instead. He soon came and I sucked him at the
point of climax, his sperm was thick and globular. He
did himself up and thanked me. I stayed where I was
and he left the cubicle, the other guy came straight
in, he was younger, better looking and was african
half cast, he stood before me but did nothing. I
reached forward, he was wearing denims, they were
buttoned up, I could see this guy was ready for
action, his cock was bulging out and I was quite
looking forward to seeing this one. I undid his top
button, then the next, it was difficult as they were
under quite a strain. I pushed my hand into his
trousers and felt him, he was huge, tugging him out I
saw that he was shaved, his skin looked shiny, his
penis was probably 8" long but very thick with an
enormous helmet. He was clean where the other guy was
dirty, I enjoyed every minute of this one, I gloried
as I sucked him off, he grew some more and I wondered
what this would feel like inside me. He came quite
quickly, 3 big spurts of semen, then another that went
across my face, a couple of smaller ones leaving some
on his piss hole, I cleaned that off for him and he
thanked me. He left the toilet, I followed.
Mr Taylor was in the car waiting, he asked how it
went, I said it was fine and was quite happy to do it.
he gave me my twenty pounds.
As we drove home I asked if he could take care of my
raging hard-on when we got in. He said he would. He
gave my crutch a squeeze.