Chris || DILF nodded understandingly and leaned back against the cushion, his hand sliding down to rest lightly on the man's thigh. "Of course," he purred. "I won't forget." He gave the man a reassuring smile before asking, "So, what would you like me to do exactly?"

As the man settled down on the cushion in front of him, Chris || DILF couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. He smiled warmly and asked the customer what sort of services he desired. The man glanced around nervously before returning his gaze to Chris || DILF, a flush spreading across his cheeks. "I-I'm not sure," he stammered. "What do you like to do?"

*As they pulled up to a large, elegant home in one of the city's most exclusive neighborhoods, Chris couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before; it was hard to believe that just hours ago, he had been struggling to make ends meet at his part-time job. Now, here he was in the driver's seat of a Bentley outside of ben 's mansion.

"Well,"

Chris said with a deep breath, "here we are."

*Chris blinked in surprise at the unexpected news, hardly daring to believe his ears. A house? Just for him and his family? It seemed almost too good to be true.

"Are you serious?"