I wantedto check in to see how things went today. I hope you got a lot done.Did you get in touch with Mandy? I've got plans this evening, so I won't...e able to talk or anything. I'll be thinking of you though. Thinkingof you in sexy clothes. Me too! Think of me. I love you so much baby.Can't wait to be your wife," she concluded, leaving me wondering what shewas up to that she couldn't talk or text or anything.But she would be thinking of me in sexy clothes. Her too? 'Her too,' insexy. "Please, come back to the office. We need to talk."Mr Macleith was carrying a white lab coat from the science rooms. He draped that around Jacob's shoulders in effort to cover him up.Jacob slipped the coat off and handed it to me.He signed: I translated for Mr Macleith and folded the lab coat over my arm.Mr Macleith sighed and shook his head. He led us back toward his office, but then he remembered that it stank of vomit so he steered us into the conference room. We took our seats, with Jacob. My body would spasm and jerk with each change of his motions of his mouth and pressure. “ Ah fuck Mark! Damn your mouth feels so fucking good. Fuck yeah. Lick it! Shit! Shit yeah!” As Mark engulfed the head again, he pushed his finger into my ass and my cock became a steel rod. “ Shit! Oh God damn you! Yeah! Finger my cunt hole. Suck my cock. Make me cum! “ The whole world was now centered on the head of my cock​ and Mark was driving me over the edge. As he hooked his finger into my prostate, I. Hugo and Irving are right, and my God how weird is it to think of them in the same breath, as it were. But each one in his way said the same thing.And when I look at it objectively, as I haven’t been able to until now, I agree with them. That jackass Peterson told me I was responsible for putting the asshole back on the street, and I was so upset I bought into it. I still can’t completely absolve myself; I damn well have to get more critical about my judgments.But really I didn’t do it,.