The hard press of his cock sends fiery waves of lust skittering across my skin. His hands press on my shoulders, laying me back on the couch. The roug... texture of the cushions against my back unheeded as the heat of his mouth skims down the side of my neck. Nibbling, biting, enticing my senses with his touch. The liquid heat of desire pools low in my belly as my body arches up to his touch. His tongue makes ticklish circles around my taught nipples. ‘Please, baby. Don’t tease, I need you,’ is. Listen, would you like to keep in touch? I think you're very interesting, and we have theater conventions up here, so if you ever attend one I could help show you around."We exchanged addresses as I walked her to the subway at 86th and Lexington. She gave my hand a squeeze, blew me a little goodbye kiss and left with a sweet, polite little smile.I decided to walk downtown to meet Martha at 57th Street. I thought: Not bad, really. Not bad at all. I knew of no one my age in Memphis who would have. If the operator felt anything emotionally about these calls, she didn’t let it through on the phone. “Is the shooter still present?” she asked.“I’m the shooter. I won’t leave.”“Please stay on the line.”“I’m sorry; I need to make a few more calls.” I hung up, which was probably a crime, but I really didn’t care. I called John Steiner. As expected, he told me to be cooperative but to keep my mouth shut until he got there. No surprise there. I hung up on my long-time attorney, with the realization. Akhil: (gasps) oh noI make him lean on the balcony bottomless showing me his cute ass-cheeks.I start kissing his smooth ass and licking it; spread his ass-cheeks and lick. I pull his cock and balls between his thighs and lick it from behind.Akhil: Ahh…ooohhh (his ass wriggling and body squirming)Me : Akhil dont turn aroundI take off my clothes and get nude. Hes still not lookingI rub my hard cock on his ass from behind.Akhil: (gasps shocked), brings his hand behind and holds my cock. Sir, its.