I applied for your toilet slave, excuse me, human toilet position.?? (Shit! This isn't going well, I thought) Have you ever been a toilet slave, Mr. C...llahan?Oh no! Not at all. Nothing like that. I live a pretty normal and boring life, nothing kinky.?I see. You are only interested in furthering the cause of science, and nobly contributing to our research. This is a very serious offer, Mr. Callahan. We are not interested in bringing someone in only to have him bail out on us. Our toilet will be. Maybe that is why I don’t drink anymore. After dinner my friend and I went into the bar area. There was a decent amount of people there. We grabbed a table and started to listen to this Doo Wop band.Well the singer was an attractive older man. He was really hot looking. He was looking at me and I looked back at him. He started to sing these songs directly at me. I was drunk by now and really started to enjoy the attention.My friend rolled her eyes, as she knew things would get a bit strange. He. .. I don't know to tell you the truth. I do feel guilty, terribly guilty for hurting him like that." Uh huh," replied Marge. "Maybe that's the problem. Ken's not dumb. Maybe he can sense that you're doing all that out of guilt. Inwardly he probably figures why would you feel so guilty if you did nothing wrong." But I did do something wrong, I hurt my husband." Maybe you should sit down with him and tell him that's why you've been going out of your way to make things up to him, because you feel. You let out another a deep moan, and lean down toward my long, hard shaft, encircling it with your succulent lips. Your tongue teases the tip, causing it to swell in your hand. You take in the head, and begin sliding it as far down your throat as possible, you come back up realizing you hadn't taken a big enough breathe. You breathe in and start again; going down slightly faster this time, reaching the bottom, so your nose rests on my churning balls. You pull up, and purr deliciously as my.