<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5GEw7P6vE/TrTQiEbP-NI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZM-3VxdEvnA/s1600/Alex+Pettyfer+00.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Thomas Medfield<br/><strong>Location: </strong>WC, Plane<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Elizabeth Johnson<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He could understand her, of course she wouldn't give up something as precious as that upon a offhanded request that the man made without thinking too much. He looked at her, surprised for a second as she seemed to have accepted everything he gave her up until now, he tried to hide his disappointment... which wasn't very hard once she started to lick his member... "You... you haven't done it before have you? You want to save it for your husband so it would be something special for him." He moaned as he watched her, his hand ran through her hair, it didn't break their momentum.<br/><br/>"I don't mind you being my girlfriend... I'm not serious about being your master. It just happened." He leaned down, kissing her on the cheeks. "You can be whoever you want with me."