I pulled my shirt off and started squeezing Mike's pre cum out of his thick shaft onto my tits. As I stood up to kiss him, Mike asked me, "Where may I...cum?"I told him, "Only in my mouth."Mike turned me around, bent me over the arm of the couch, and dropped to his knees. I could feel his tongue licking up every last drop from my wet pussy. His tongue was even exploring my ass. When Mike stood up, I felt the head of his cock start to press into my pussy, stretching it to the point of ecstasy.I. . even if hes only using you like everyone else does... at least it will be with a MAN who has a big cock with big loads just waiting for your face to be blown on!Because I said So: Im the Boss here, and If I want you out of that closet, you need to get the fuck out of your closet and become a super-queer! I know your worth and its not very much right now and I think you're pretty pathetic... and that means you are pathetic - I want you to let everyone know you like dick and balls and you love. Sandi was watching me with a bigsmile on her face. She excused herself for a moment and when shereturned, she showed me a picture of me that was taken last summer. Icouldn't believe the change in my appearance. I held the picture up whilelooking in the mirror. In the picture I was this scraggly, scruffylooking guy with really dull drab hair. Now I look healthier, I realizethat I am actually smiling more and my hair is shiny, no longer drablooking."Big difference isn't there. See I told you that. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the lives of those you hold.