I was trying to massage his balls & lick them but it wasn't really possible in the cramped car. I was so turned on. He was guiding my head to the pace...he desired & commanding me to lick just the very top.Got to admit his demeanor & the way he took control was turning me really on. He then asked me to take him as deep as I could. I tried but couldn't go down all the way. He kept pushing me down on him & my eyes were now really watery. There went my mascara! He then pulls me up & tells me to open. “Simon, I’ve always been lucky. I’ve always rolled sixes.”“Yeah, I know. For every guy rolling sixes there has to be a guy rolling ones. That would be me. Let’s be honest, nobody gives a shit about me. If someone cared or wanted to get me out, it would have happened by now.”“Come on, these things take time down here. I bet someone is working on your release right now.”“Somehow, I really doubt that,” I answered with a sad smile.A local came slinking into our semi-separate private room and Victor. Miss Coe was really struggling as the fourth stroke landed and as she cried out so loudly she grasped the sides of the table more to quell the pain than to stop herself getting up. She even reckoned she had yelled out so loudly that the whole school probably heard her and she felt so embarrassed because if one of the girls cried out like that she would have added a stroke to ensure she took the rest of the strokes without the drama. However, when the fifth stroke landed Miss Coe forgot. I was not one to complain though. I used the broom from beside the fridge to sweep the terrazzo floors. Would be stupid to have carpets in a beach house. It was nice to feel the coolness of these floors on the bottoms of my feet. Nicer than vinyl, and prettier than plain concrete. A quick survey of the place made me feel like this would be just what I needed this summer. Maybe I could actually get a start on the book I’d planned to write for several years. Yes, that desk, with a view through.