I was planning on wandering around with my arms outstretched in front of me. Hopefully I would reach a wall or stumble across something of use. I didn.... Not because there was nothing there, but because a light suddenly emerged from the darkness. It hung from the ceiling, burning like a thousand suns. I glanced up at it. Bad move. I was instantly blinded and lost all ability to see for a few seconds. I shielded my eyes until they had grown accustomed to the new lighting. I prayed I would now be. Withoutthinking he raised it and opening his mouth, pushed it in. He felt thehardness between his lips, the coolness of the thing as it moved along histongue. He didn't like seeing himself do it, he closed his eyes. He pushedit to the back of his throat and swallowing, allowed it to travel down histhroat. He felt the power of the thing, imagined it to be a real cock as hesucked it deep. He pulled it in and out, all the way to his lips, andpressing hard, pushed it past his lips to the base. Getting the attention of the nearest officer I told him what had happened at Brodie's place and what he did afterward. He did thank me for telling him what had gone down but he suggested that using the 911 system that way was not a good idea. Sending me on my way he said that he would advise the reporter that was still face down that it was a bad idea to trail a fifteen year old kid as someone might get the wrong idea. I never saw the reporter after that but there were other vultures out on the. And she would have to make sure the readers know that it was a true story. Nobody could know who they were, she and her son, but she wanted strangers, potentially thousands of them, maybe even millions, to know how much she enjoyed feeling her teenage son's mouth sucking the juice right out of her twat. She wanted complete strangers, men and women, maybe even women who were mothers themselves, to get off on reading it, and she would get off on them getting off. It was like Virtual.