.. one who never had any chance of making it as anauthentic man... and who was all ready lapping up his own spunk... wouldhe be suited to lick up a bi... messy load from his wife's pussy if it wasput there by someone else... by a proper man?"Feeling sick, I said, "Sir?" Well, I know Ronny considered himself straight. And lapping up anotherman's spunk out of your wife's body, putting your tongue where that man'scock had just been, might seem kind of faggy. Sort of like lettingyourself become a. They wereinternet buddies, forged from a joint interest in writing. "OK. I have to show you something I picked up in New York." Leslielowered her voice and looked around the deserted street. "I know you likethe kinky stuff, and so you'll probably appreciate this." She popped thetrunk and pulled the painting from the cardboard box. She nearly screamed. Two things hit her like a solid punch in the gut. First, the teenager wasgone. The wooden table was bare, it's grimy surface only disturbed by. I invited Jibran to have a drink with me before retiring, and he readily accepted.As was normal, there were several special-weapons police guarding the entrance to the hall of our quarters. The officers snapped us very sharp salutes as we approached. Jibran ignored them. I snapped a salute back. I don't spend the hours of practice at it as they do, but I hoped my salute would have passed their professional specs. After we passed, the guards returned to scanning the approach to our private. Cocksucker is. It’s very derogatory.”“As long as it’s you or Cass and not Kyle I’ll be okay with it.”She chuckled and said, “Kyle will be so disappointed.”“Somehow I don’t think so.”They worked together to lower my shorts and my underwear. I stepped out of them and they led me to my rumpled bed. They pushed me down and then over onto my back and both of them knelt at my feet. They pulled my knees apart and I listened while Cass instructed Kala in the fine art of cocksucking.Cass was right.