They have the luxury of griping and taking it for granted. Guys like me until the last moment, and then they suddenly panic at the sight of my dick. I...can get as far as sucking them off, but no further. Eat me out? Hell, no! They can't stand to go near my crotch by then. Their skins crawl. They run and hide. They avoid me whenever they see me and won't look me in the eye. They seem to think that I'm a guy or a freak of nature, anything but a woman with needs."Please don't lose interest in me.. He began to move back, lowering and pushing himself closer to my face. I instinctively responded. I gently licked his tight, wrinkled balls, and felt each firm testicle on my tongue and lips. Holding his thighs, I continued to suck on his balls as he continued to suck my cock. I felt dizzy and intoxicated, lost in pleasure and lust.He reached behind himself and pulled his ass cheeks apart for me, exposing his tight, smooth hole. Remembering how good he said it felt to play with your asshole, I. . Ship was having a mood and I was pretty sure he was a computer. A really good computer but a computer just the same. How can a computer have a mood?For that matter, how does a computer talk like a concierge at a five star hotel? I know I owned the best of personal computers available and it didn't do even a tenth of what Ship does, not even one percent.It was time to do a little investigating of my own.I knew Simone was Not going to be one iota of help. She was sold on Ship. He could sweet. That fiasco with NASCAR was also included so any wives that had husbands that went would know what actually happened.My old company got a previous taste of the same treatment. I figured that they knew about Holly and used her "services" too. So when I initially quit I came back a few days later and asked for money, one half million. They said to pound sand.I had a few test e-mails sent out about my old company and co-workers to some lesser customers a few days after they declined my kind offer.