‘Yes, maybe I can make up something, imagine something just for you. That way, I would be able to keep my personal sexual fantasies to myself.’ �...�Yes, yes!’ exclaimed Angie. ‘That is what I am asking you to do. I need you to make up a story about how I am engaging in sexual self-stimulation while talking on the telephone. It’s not you!’ Suddenly, I felt flooded with relief. ‘Oh, I see. It is not how I do it or what I imagine while I do it. It is about what I imagine that you are telling him. You’ll get to fuck my face. But today, now, this moment, I want to be in charge, okay? Let Princess Shiraz have it her way, alright? Your name is?” Shiraz introduced herself calmly and politely, as if she were at a ball instead of a tattoo parlor with his dick almost at her tonsils.“Antonio Mancuso. I’m an immigrant, too. From Lisbon, Portugal. Oh, God, this feels incredible! You’re the best fellatrix ever!” the manager declared, making Shiraz wink and smile as she now deep-throated him, even. Natalie sighed and sat down in her favorite chair rubbing her temples, Rav watched her for a moment then got up and stood behind the chair rubbing her neck and shoulders "is the unusually warm weather getting to you too? Revanche came in a short while ago snorting flames left and right." Natalie shook her head "I admit the weather is getting me down but something has come up and I'm really not all that sure what to do about it if anything, once again the clucking mother hen." Gently rubbing her. I filled Bresser in on some of it. "And after the wedding, I promised her that we'd go fly the Rockies." She's a jewel, Dan," Bresser laughed. "If I were you and she wanted the moon, I'd be in the back yard building a rocket." I've been that way since we decided to get married," I said.I was waiting in the school pickup area when Cindy got out at the end of the day. She bounced into the truck, wrapped me up for a G-rated kiss, then buckled in. "You didn't tell Mizz Helen an' Mister Charlie, did.