Smoot ended his call.Tag was told by Mr. Raymond (Quiff) Smoot, that he, Mr. Taggart O. Bonewell, could take the rest of the week to orient himself to...the hotel. The dick he was replacing, Mr. Ivan Shakely, was finishing out the week."Call me Tag, Mr. Smoot." He liked things friendly and amiable."Fine then, Tag it is, and you can call me Mr. Smoot, Tag?" Shit, thought Tag, one of those! Well, fuck it! I've all ready sold my soul to the devil, so why not the rest of me? I want to be a team. I had lighted candles everywhere in the house so that the rooms were bathed in candle light. He came over and sat on sofa and asked me a glass of water. I brought the glass and deliberately i spilled on his shirt. I insisted on taking out his shirt for drying told him to wear my shirt. He took off his shirt but did not give me as he said he felling hot and it was summer season. He was sweating and even I was sweating. His fragrance and his sweat were driving me mad. He told me to sit beside. He moved his legs wide apart to give her unfettered access.Gwen let one finger slip to his ass crack and tickle his pucker. She had learned from Dan that this was a sure-fire way to make a man come fast. As with Dan, Shane started coming. He shot jets of his come in Beth’s open mouth and onto Gwen’s face. She took him into her mouth and sucked forcefully to get every bit from him. Her swirling tongue was simply too much.“Stop! Please, stop!” Shane begged to no avail. Gwen kept him in her. "I´m 22" he said and I followed up and asked if he never had sex at all. He smiled and avoided my Eyes and said that, well guys have sex with eachother, they meeet up and jerk off together to some porn and help eachother out and sometimes there are a Sissy guy who spread his legs so we can fuck him. I smiled and I saw something growing in his pants. I went out in the kitchen to get some more coffe and when I came back into the livingroom he had pulled his pants down to his knees and was jerking.