So when Allison offered to get them some drinks from the kitchen, and Chad tagged along to ‘help’, she couldn’t help but feeling a little bit of...the fluttering excitement as they walked in together. ‘Roger seems nice,’ Chad commented as she filled some glasses with juice. ‘He is,’ Allison didn’t really want to talk about Roger. Actually, what she was dying to do was ask Chad if he knew what Todd was up to… but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. ‘Mmm…’ he was looking out the window to where. He inhabits them, but they’re ultimately someone else. So that, when it’s just him, I don’t know. It’s like the shields go up. Or he wonders if he’s better if he is some fiction. Like he’s a cypher otherwise.“That’s why he breaks off those acting relationships. And isn’t comfortable making friends outside his work. Because he believes he’s nothing except those character.”“You don’t see him like that.”“Of course not. It’s like a mutual affection society, us two. I see myself through him being. She still gave me a lapdance too, but wow, Drea got the deal. I don't remember how much we spent that night... but I remember the drive home, my wife grabbing at my pants, making out with my neck and ear so much that I was worried I would swerve. She pulling my dick out and rubbing it telling me: "Get me home I want to fuck." also she said, "How would you like to see me on that stage baby?" We had always joked (if you remember from part one) that she was a stripper in a previous life. Well, now. I stop to take a few pictures, with a few close ups of his bound cock and balls, as well as his asshole with the string hanging out. His muffled whining gets louder when I tell him I'll be taking the pictures to work, I know some of the girls will be very interested in seeing him like this. Well, by now I'm dying to suck that cock and finally taste him, I heard a rumor once that cum is sweeter from a young, eighteen year old, I'm looking forward to finding out if it's true. I tell Michael that.