"Well the keg is empty." Kimmie laughed. "You guys drank it all!" "Hey you helped Kimmie, you passed out first." I said. "Well I was tired,...all we've been doing is fucking the last 3 days then the guys just showed up with the keg." "Sounds like you've been having a pretty good couple days." Katrina again had this horrible sly look as she said this. Shut the fuck up I thought. "So we're still gonna go 4 wheeling this morning." I said trying to change the subject. . Or at least I think those were the mountains we crossed. We got off I-80 and gassed at one of the truck stops in Sacramento. We didn't even want to stop for a burger. I planned on us being in San Francisco by 4PM.We were just getting on the Bay Bridge at 3:55PM and Angel Island at 4PM. Talk about timing it well. As soon as we got off the bridge we passed Earthquake MacGoon's and then went along the Embarcadero to Pier 39. I swung around through the area dropping folks at the hotels they had. It felt wonderful, so soft, so warm, and it was so beautiful. His cock was fully engorged now, stiff as a board, not that he noticed anymore, all his attention was on that one thing. (Well two things.)“Now take your thumb and rub the nipples. Stimulate them.” Emily says, continuing her instructions.Tommy does, and immediately notices the nipple harden and swell.“The nipples are the most sensitive thing on the breast, see how it grows and gets hard. Almost like your little prick.” Maybe it was. Shift Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights, and that would be his blues show. It wouldn’t pay much, and he’d have to sell enough ads to more than cover his salary, and in addition he’d be paid commission on his sales. Daniel trained with the different deejays for a couple weeks as he prepared, practiced in the production studio when it was open, and the station promoted the new show and hours constantly on the air and ordered new music. The record library was well-stocked, but not with new stuff..