With all my own inhibitions discarded somewhere back on the dance floor, I remember talking a lot. Praising him and his amazing cock with all the sudd...nly devoted lust I was feeling. I kept telling him how awesome it was, how huge and perfectly shaped, how powerful it felt in my hands, how I probably couldn't ever take it and how that thought somehow drove me pleasantly crazy. It seemed to keep him in an ecstatic shock, but the real jolt was when I slapped that heavy slab of meat on my tongue. But then I hesitated for a few seconds, before knocking at the door…I heard movement inside. I felt my stomach flutter in excitement and lust.The door opened and there was this huge powerful black man. He invited me in and placing his hand on my lower back he guided me into the room. There was some music playing. I sat down on the sofa in front of a table full of a white powder; I must admit I had never taken a single gram of it…The black man opened a bottle of vodka and poured on two glasses.. She is often the one making Jake's coffee in the morning and she is often in his office helping him keep things organized. What she is not, is as often with me. But that works out just fine. Things are re-balancing a bit but they are in balance. Gel's time is more with Abe. Lena isn't making it home every weekend as she gets more engaged in her work. Nic2 is assisting Gel as much as ever but that also takes her away from Jake quite a bit. Rose, Lily and I are filling the void with Jake and we. He looked at the ground, refusing to meet those cute, heart-melting eyes. She huffed at him again. “God, boys! Michael, why won’t you just look at me!” He turned and started to walk away, until he heard her voice crack. He turned halfway to meet her eyes, now seeing the wet corners that preceded tears. He sighed and walked back. He tried to talk, but somehow he just couldn’t find the words. She laughed as he tried to start and just gave up. She sniffed and looked at him. Michael suddenly.