His moan encouraged her. She bobbed her head faster. Her head twisted, twerking her mouth around his shaft. She moaned, adding an exciting hum to her ...erformance. Pleasure rushed through Damien's body.“Who are you?” he gasped again. His hips bucked up, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. His hand pressed on the back of her head, pushing her down his cock. “Christ, what are you?”The woman laughed around his cock as the tip brushed the back of her throat. Abigail had never deep-throated his. Fay asked if I minded staying there at the hotel and getting better aquatinted and resting up from a strenuous night.I told her I was comfortable with that.I suggested we have breakfast in our room and got a menu from the drawer under the phone. Fay chose a healthy low calorie selection and I chose a more filling one.We ate at about nine thirty. We were famished and cleaned our plates.Kate wanted to learn about me, she asked a lot of questions about my childhood.She was particularly interested. He cant be agoody-goody, but he cant be a total asshole either, unless he then getswhat's coming to him.So whose our main character? Well, why not a writer? Hay, if StevenFricking King can write about a writer who is suspiciously like him,basically jerk off in public and get paid for it, why cant I?So our main character is like me, that's fine. What can we have happento him? Well, its been a while since I did anything kinda spooky, so whynot say he gets cursed? Yeh, that works, a curse is. On the second day, I told Simon that I wasgoing to my best friend's home and that in the evening we were going toa party. I told Simon that I would be spending the night at Sarah'shouse and would be home the next day. Although there was not a party, Idid plan to sleep overnight at Sarah's house. At around 6pm, I secretlysneaked back home and when I crept upstairs to Simon's bedroom, I sawhis door was wide open and I could clearly see him on his bed, wearingmy old school uniform. That's when I.