He turned the shower on and stepped into the warm spray. He stood under the shower for a long time, and soon began feeling less like a zombie and more...like a human being. When he was done, he dried off and slipped into jeans and a T-shirt. The smell of waffles lured him into the kitchen. ‘It smells so good,’ he said as he walked in. Bobbie smiled and retorted, ‘You’re the only person I know who can actually feel hungry after a hangover.’ ‘You know me,’ Tim said and took out two plates. Bobbie. That is, until I met Anna. She was very, very perfect, in a lot of ways. She was one of three candidates brought to me for an internship at my company, and immediately she blew me away not only with how extraordinarily hot she was, but how suggestible she was even before I did any hypnosis. In our interview she was subconsciously picking up on the language of my questions, giving my own words back to me. I found that I could influence her self-presentation just by the way I asked questions. I. The tears in his eyes indicated more emotions than just the anger and rage he was feeling, there was also turmoil, hurt, fear, denial, and a sense of dread, dread at what he might find laying ahead.As he pressed on ever so anxiously, he thought back eleven years ago, to that last year in college when he first met his wife. As a photography major, Richard had taken one semester of creative writing thinking it might come in handy at some time in his career.He noticed her on the first day of. Withdrawing his tool completely, he presented it my curious mouth and held it there. I looked at it starring at me and I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to suck his big black cock, just as I was thinking the same. I wanted to take his swollen black cock into my mouth. He pushed the knob to my parted lips and said "suck it" as he pushed between my lips. His huge thick knob entered my mouth, as I felt the thick ridge past my parted lips. Still a bit nervous and shy about the size of his cock, I.