He sat down on his bed and began idly jerking himself off."You want some help with that?" I asked"You bet your ass."I walked over and knelt down besid... the bed as Hunter sat up. His bare feet were dirty and covered in grass stains from the still-wet lawn. I licked and kissed the tops of each foot in turn and then caressed the soles with my fingers. My hands still resting on his feet, I took Hunter's cock in my mouth. He immediately pressed my head closer into his crotch and I began avidly. "So, how's it going?" Have you gotten her to cooperate yet?" I looked back at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked. Bill frowned. "You know damn well what I mean Fred." What have you been doing the last two days?" Why are you calling me Fred?" I asked with growing confusion. Bill's frown deepened and he turned to the sandy haired man who shrugged at him. "Pat, why hasn't this man been restored?" Pat jumped up. "I'll look into it." He scurried out of the office. Bill looked back at me. The sleekly elegant and the in-your-face sexy. And of that lot, Christ he wants to fuck every damn one. Wants to shaft each of them shitless.Don’t ask how he got here, this isn’t a fucking biography. Suffice to say that an advanced sense of kink and a deep sense of morality can end up as unhappy roommates within the same human being. Check out that quotation at the start–it ain’t lyin’.Nor, let it be stated, has Jed spent his nights lusting and scheming. Hell, for years he didn’t dare admit his. Carol saw then that thededicated animal was female and demanded Sultan behave himself … “What is it, Queenie? Is our bench gone?” Carol heard theyoung man question when his animal-guide seemed reluctant to lethim move toward the seat. Carol spoke, then: “I-I think it’s because we’re here … mydog and l,” she said, hardly knowing how to put it. “Oh … I’m sorry,” he said, turning toward her voice andsmiling. .