..how to handle him...a head start on training me to be the perfect toy for him. Not only in the world of cyber sex, but now in real life. I traveled...a long way, well aware that the trip was going to be life altering and it was. What's more I was his, and I needed to be claimed as only he could claim me.I'd asked him then what he's picked up. I guess he just wasn't ready to divulge that information, instead pulling up a chair and having me switch to mine as he'd taken his. Our time together. Jake gave me a book to read and asked me to come back and talk to him about it when I finish it. I did and I have just told Jake that I grok that. Jake smiles and says something to the effect that I now understand we are all living in a world of misperception. Ok, yes, I do get that, but how does that make anything better? And anyway, where are all these weird books coming from? I mean ever since Jake found that first weird book in the Philippines it seems like he is reliving a past life. It. You become enthusiastic now and hold my hair away from my face now as you marvel at me as I endeavour to please you. You start to manoeuvre my head back and forth, fucking my face with your hard again cock. The sound of air escaping my mouth and juices squelching are only adding to the pleasure. My fingers desperate to join the party begin playing with your balls, massaging them at a steady pace, I want to squeeze the cum right out of them but that would be cheating. I reach down and dip a. Trying to find who was inside wasn't. After minutes of searching the dilapidated premises, I found no leads. I let out a sigh before someone pinned me to the wall by my neck."Well, what do we have here?" asked the target in his suave British accented voice. He towered over me and had ivory skin, long, disheveled raven hair, and sea green eyes that looked like they could see everything. And he sure as shit saw my weapons."A little assassin are you?" he asked, his grip on my neck tightening..