Rex tried to pull me back down. “I don’t need that, she’s wetter than a mermaid's minge.”Valerie pushed him back against the couch. “This is...not about you, you selfish twit, this is for Nique, now show me that ugly shaft.” She pulled it out from under me and roughly plastered on the Vaseline from the head right down its length.This time I just held onto Aaron’s neck; I was embarrassed. I think that it was Valerie that guided him in, and I secretly thanked her in my mind, as his greased-up shaft. I gave chase, ignoring the stabbing pain shooting up my leg. There was something important in that case. I could feel it.The corridor led to another room, a smaller one this time, like a boiler room. Rusted pipes fed up from the floor and into the ceiling, and the tiled floor was cracked and worn. The lack of windows and the fact that there were lights on in here and not the rest of the building told my gut that this was the ideal place for a meeting.Or a drug deal.Closing in, I lunged at him,. Cautiously, he went in for another pass, this time extending his tongue deeper into the gap. Then he licked her again, then a fourth time, a fifth, a sixth… each time a little braver than the last, venturing deeper into her labia, brushing through it with slower and slower strokes. When he was able to discern the unfamiliar bittersweet taste, he didnt particularly care for it, but he was immensely glad that it didnt disgust him. It did wonders for his confidence. Marcy simply lay back watching. In caseyou haven't figured it out yet, sir, it's Bryan Peterson. When you'reready to talk, call or send me an e-mail." A piece of paper then fellfrom an undisclosed location down onto Mr Razi's bed. Tears rolled downthe middle-aged man's eyes.Bryan could see the old fart now. Worrying about missing his businesstrips, about what he'd tell his wife, about having to adapt to a newlifestyle, which included wiping his new mouth with toilet paper, andbrushing his teeth in between his legs. He laughed.