"I am not nervous, I just hope you are as good as they say you are." He said as he pushed me away playfully.I couldn't get over his friendliness and was glad he wasn't nervous. Pulling up my white socks to the knee I could see him playing with himself. His cock was a lot pinker than I was expecting, it was roughly the same size as Lockie's except Dylan's had a curve to it and more girth. He was already hard. "You mind if I play it a bit rough?" he asked, gently tugging his foreskin back and forth over his lightly purple helmet. "It gets me off." Whatever," I replied with a smile, "Just don't leave any marks." Our laughter stopped the conversation between Curtis and the agent . "Ok, you are both ready and know what to do, let's go." With that he walked behind the monitor, while Sy approached us with the handheld, the agent and entourage left the room. "Once I yell action Mason, that is your cue to strip off and sit on him."Dylan and I looked at each other. "Good luck." I muttered as I. Honestly it was worse than passport control at New York." I've never been to New York, June!" Don't bother, I'm not sure it's even worth all the hassle. Anyway, for some reason I know that I've got to wait my turn in the queue and eventually I arrive at one of the desks. There was this officious looking ... well, I'm not quite sure what he was, but I'll call him a man for the minute. Anyway, he taps my name into a computer and then frowns at me."I'd watched him deal with the people in front of me, and usually after typing their names into that computer, he'd give them a little coloured card, then send them on through one of the many doorways in the wall behind him."But when he typed my name into his terminal, he just sat there staring between the screen and me, with a really big frown on his face. Then he said 'There's been some sort of mistake young woman; you should not be here, yet!' So I asked him where 'here' was, and why was I 'there' anyway?"But before he/she or.