Really? Through clenched teeth, Brett growled. “I hate you ... You could have helped me and didn’t. You can take your will and fold it until it’... all sharp corners and shove it up your ass. We’re through!” Brett tried to calm himself and watched the fire.Something was hitting his foot. Brian was standing over him. “Good Morning. C’mon to the house. I’ve got breakfast.”“Teach me.”Brian watched the smoke rising from the barrel, for a moment.“So be it. Stand.”Brian’s face was emotionless. His eyes. But we made do, and he typed whilst I spoke, masking my accent and husking my voice to conceal my natural tone. And, oh, he had a devious mind; he asked me what my son's name was, and I told him it was Michael; we had laughed at the coincidence, for it was his name, too! But his cheeky suggestions drew me out, and I came again and again for him. We pretended to fuck, and I begged him to pull out, not to come inside me, not to get me pregnant. God, what a turn-on! But all too soon it was over,. We can talk about it then,” he suggested.“Hmm, OK, but I can’t be out late, I have to be at the orphanage at eight tomorrow morning.”“Again? You’re always over there”“What do you mean? I haven’t been there for about ten days, ever since Reading Period started.” She looked straight ahead, dropping his hand.“I don’t know, just seems that way” he said, dejected.“I tell you what. Take me home and I’ll put a budget together for our trip. We can discuss it tonight,” she said with as much cheer as. I decided to get completely naked except for my super-shiny business shoes and full calf socks with garters. I like being dressed like that for blow jobs. When she got to my apartment I was shocked. I've never seen a girl with that kind of hunger in her eye. I usually see girls who are onto the next blow job before they have even finished this one. I swear, that look on her face. All I could think of was that she was a God damned cannibal and she wanted to eat me. As soon as I thought that I.