There was just something so exciting about walking into a dusty old room that smelled of dry paper and was full of endless possibilities. In most inst...nces those possibilities resolved into Pulp novels from the 50's, old men playing chess in some back room, and if you were unlucky an owner with hygiene habits that ranked slightly worse than a medieval peasant's. Sometimes though you'd find treasure. Last month alone John had found an original copy of The Lord of the Rings and a signed Steven. It is ready for my mouth as I slowly tease the tip with my tongue, I taste a dribble of precum, and I slide my tongue inside your slit to lick it out. I know every spot to lick and suck – I have been there before --so I tease and coax you to shudder every time I hit your most sensitive spots. I slide you into my mouth tasting every damn inch of you as you push your way to the back of my throat.By this time you have a handful of my hair, and you are guiding me up and down with increasing force.. .. And he’s a powerful little fucker.He pulls his owner across the studio, almost choking himself as he heaves against the chain that’s wrapped around his thick neck, his tongue hanging out of his wide toothy mouth as he struggles to breath.Sadia looks delighted to see him. “Randy Randall!” She calls out, jumping up and down a couple of times and clapping her hands together, a genuine, wide smile on her face ... Then bends forward toward the welcome the pitbull as he arrives at her feet.. Bummer. I couldn't even drink.Things then continued to drag on at a snail's pace. Amanda cut the cake. Everyone got a piece and felt obliged to eat it. The wedding gifts were opened, Amanda holding each one up as the giver's name was announced, then opening it and dutifully displaying it for all to see.The band renewed their playing. The lights dimmed and Paul and my sister had the first dance alone, a spotlight following their movements as they glided across the floor. It was a nice touch..