Money is not what he needs right now, although what he needs seems to elude what little of his mind is still functioning. He slowly walks back to his ...ar, almost joining his father in whatever afterlife there might or might not be when he steps out into the road in front of a van that looks somewhat like Scooby Doo’s Mystery Machine, if it had been designed by the devil himself. He doesn’t even hear the horn or the obscenities, quite a few of which are surprisingly original and creative. Then further down…I shift backward … raise my left knee and change my position so that now I am crawled up on my knees between his legs. He responds by opening his legs slightly, and then even further as my tongue licks deep into the crevice of his anus. I take his movement as an invitation, a sign of permission, and press my face against him … I begin to gently bite around the back little hole. My face is completely submerged …. My nose is flattened against his ass and a smell of Master’s. “That wasn’t an easy shot,” I replied with a nod.“Yeah, that half-volley could have easily been sent over or wide of the goal,” Lisa added with a smile at Tina.“I’m just glad the ball went in,” Tempe softly said with a smile.“It’s okay, Tempe, Tina, if you don’t know what off-side means or when it is a corner versus a goal kick. We’re just glad you’re here. I know Anthony really appreciates you girls coming to his game on this miserable afternoon,” Lisa said as she reached out to our petite. This form of discretion was actually quite sensible, as Snider’s parties tended to attract the crème de la crème of the world’s glamour elite, and of course each guest had a vested interest in his own anonymity. I only wished I had been told that rule explicitly. It would have both spared me considerable embarrassment and perhaps gained me the attentions of that lovely man. The loss of my Adonis only served to arouse me that much further. Luckily, there were a number of people who were not.