I was being groomed to take over the agency. That they be made to pay was a given. And even after how she had treated me, I still couldn't bring mysel... to have her killed. Plus it would be too fast and no fun at all! What could I do that was even worse than death? And what could I do to teach her black boyfriend a lesson he would never forget?Then it struck me, Mistress Mulligan. She was the answer. Mistress Mulligan ran a business called The Peachtree Training Center, where men and women were. Emily disappeared into the dark for an instant then came up behind me. "Take a deep breath, I'm going to put some of this on you. ." And before I could even ask what it was, I felt her hand side down my cock! I had to take a few deep breaths, my dick was on fire! Her hand was covered in some sort of ointment designed to forestall ejaculation which caused me to think my dick was going burst into flames for a few seconds; but then gradually... it started to cool down and then tingle. I was still. Laughing, I stiffened my tongue and poked it right past his puckered sphincter. Then I started pumping it in and out, the same way that Bruce wanted to fuck my mouth. As I licked he continued to jack me off. I licked until I came in his hand. Then Bruce turned around and sat on my chest facing my head. After he made me lick my cum off his hand, he fed me his big eight inch-plus dick and started fucking my mouth again. I suppose his legs got tired because he rolled off of me and on to his back.. Wouldn't that beat all hell!" Tim was dumbfounded and as usual impressed as all hell. Why not indeed? He could see it all now, Jill Norton acting as a bridge to restore sex between the gay and straight athletes of this proud supplier of fresh young minds and great bodies needed to fulfill the requirements of the nearby institution of higher learning. Doc agreed to act as his advance man, promising to see the football coach first thing tomorrow. What he intended to pitch to that paragon.