We are... uh... these girls... agents."The office didn't even sport an intercom so the secretary walked into the adjoining office and closed the door....A few seconds later she emerged and motioned to them."Mr. Slezak will see you now," she uttered almost as if reciting a line from a movie.Slezak's office was a lot like the man himself. Although you couldn't see any dirt, you felt it was hidden in the corners. Posters advertising cheap porn movies hung on the wall, Cocksuckers From Hell and. " Whatever." Dan found himself patting the newly sprouted mane andmaking sure it fell properly for the best effect while wondering whyhe was doing it, or even how he knew the ways to do that. "Guysaren't supposed to give so much care to their hair, after all." But you obviously do." Constance told him with a nod. "And it shows." Thanks." He responded with the uneasy feeling that she actually knewwhat was happening to him but wasn't letting him know she did."What's on the supper menu. He truly loved cock and pleasuring me, but more than that, he loved the white, sticky cum that he expertly could coax out of me. His pleasure was seemingly found in my cum and making me cum. He loved sucking me for sure, he would take his time, if the situation permitted, kissing and licking every inch, every vein and curve of my young, rock hard cock. His ultimate goal though, was his thick jizz reward.It didn’t take long before I began sucking his dick too. He didn’t even have to convince me. “I wasn’t referring to the kiss.” “There you go giving me false hope again.” Cassius sat down on his bed and let his weight fall back. “Tristan, I don’t understand this.” He turned on his side and looked into his emerald eyes. “I don’t either—but do we need to understand it right now?” Cassius remained silent. “Fuck, Cass, don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” Before he could say anything else, Tristan crushed his lips against his and kissed him slow and sensually. I can’t be doing this,.