About giving head (LOL).Tyler changed the subject as he asked, "Are you hungry?" A little," I answered, instantly glancing down at his juicy cock.Fuck... I just called my much younger colleague's cock 'juicy'."Just want a snack?" He asked, his tone shifting as I realized that my last quick glance had turned into a stare.I looked up at him and he had a smile on his face. He said, "Don't worry, Dan, you're not alone." What?" I asked."Like I said, straight white guys love my cock," he said rather. I heard a laugh from just outside the opening of the door, “Oh just shu . . . be quiet.” I couldn't be mad at Steven. He hadn't done anything wrong, well, except not fuck me. That would be a great story to tell the grand kids one day, “Oh yeah, Grandpa and I got into a really big fight because he wouldn't take my virginity. I was naked on a beach with my legs spread and everything. I know can you believe him?” There was more laughing from outside the bathroom. Shaking my head I stepped into. "She died a long time ago... during the war." I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do?" asked Melissa, with a note of compassion in her voice."No, not really." Would you like me to go?" Please." He said, blinking back the tears that threatened to pour forth."Ok." Melissa's face fell as she turned and left. After she was gone, Edward turned his back to the door and studied the picture again. The tears fell freely now that he was alone."Clarissa!" he sobbed, "Can you ever forgive me for being so. It was then that I noticed there were no women employees there…Just as we were finishing our delicious meal, something behind Victor's head caught my eye. One of the ladies seated at a table across the restaurant was rubbing a black waiter through his pants. Then suddenly my loving husband felt sick and then we went back to our room. I called the front desk and they sent us a doctor…The doctor arrived soon and he concluded Victor had eaten any kind of food that did not agree with his stomach..