"Alex settled back in the cab and let him try. That was all he could do.The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a ...mell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap perfume, the sort someone might use to disguise a cesspool.Two or three Mexican women with furtive eyes were stringing fresh-washed sheets on a line.The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones. I wished that I hadn’t excluded hands on balls, but I had, so I had to resist the urge to fondle them with my hands but I could take them into my mouth and I did.The problem is that I wanted to win and I knew that men prefer their cock in my mouth over their balls in my mouth so I went back to his cock and toyed with the end of it with my tongue. That and the long licks of the underside of his cock and Matt was soon telling me that he was about to cum.I took my mouth off his cock and held my. He closed the gap between them, the finely tailored grey trousers he wore tightened as his member grew harder. She stood frozen, powerless to his advances. Her hand relaxed into a loose ball and rested against the top of one of her thighs as his other hand snaked around her waist and held her in place. He pressed his lips to her ear, his breath heavy, his voice laden with lust. “Don’t move, sweetheart.” She moaned in response, it was obvious she wasn’t to go anywhere and he was fully aware of. He now wished he had worn something warmer, but usually the cold didn’t bother him. This day was different. Shivering after entering the warm building, Zerrick crutched slowly to the reception desk. He was told to have a seat and someone would be with him in a few minutes. Through the glass, Zerrick looked into the rehab center. There didn’t seem to be very many patients there that day, but they were scattered about doing various exercises and weight training. Some were working with trainers.