”“Hey, hey,” said a younger man, his dark suit adorned with a carnation. He snapped his fingers at me, even though he already had my attention. ...��Do your job and don’t stick your nose in other people’s business. Get me a vodka martini.”All the others around the table placed their orders, except for the silver-haired gentleman. His eyes were eloquent with kindness and I gave him a grateful look.I returned with their drinks. It was a heavy tray and the silver-haired gentleman helped me set it down. . The very fucking last straw. I glared at the slut, knowing she was teasing me with her ass and cunt just to get me like this. I was done. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock, letting it jump as it throbbed in the cool air of my apartment. Her eyes went wide and she looked up at me, I could see a little red on her face. "Wha...What are you-" Shut up!" I shouted, grabbing her hair in one hand and the base of my cock in the other. "Open your fucking mouth, so I can clean it out with. Since we didn't have video chat back then he would just ask dare me to do things and i guess he thought i was faking it. So one day It was spring and gorgeous outside so i had my windows open in my bedroom and they were building a new house next to mine so he asked what all the racket was and i said they were working on the roof next door. He asked if they could see in my window I said yes it was only like 20 feet or so from where they were to my window. so he started to dare me to do things.. Well maybe notall loathsome, some Hindi gods enjoy a good shag, Ibelieve.) But many clouds have filthy silver linings:if this anti-human, fucking medieval monk and his ilk hadn?t promulgated thisridiculous mental self-torturing fantasy about damnation as the reward ofsexual pleasure (religious education, incidentally, is now - quite rightly -regarded as the most serious form of child-abuse) anyway thanks to thosefucking deranged repressed monks and saintly churchmen I could enjoy thatdelicious.