Carson’s penis twitched in his pants. “How was your flight?”He looked over and smiled, his Ray-bans catching Carson’s nervous reflection.“It...was fine,” Carson shrugged. “No complaints.”The bartender wandered over. “What can I get you?”Carson’s heartbeat suddenly raced, as if the man could tell just by looking that Carson had sucked Mr. Armisen’s dick once and impulsively followed him across the country with nothing but flip-flops and a carry-on.“He’ll have a vodka and tonic,” Mr. Armisen said.. Slowly getting to her knees and struggling to unzip his pants with her cuffed hands until she was finally able to free his cock and immediately gasped at the sight of it. It practically hit her nose as it sprung out, all big and menacing and slightly curved. “Come on. Suck it.” She tried to snap out of it and took out her tongue tentatively. She was trying to avoid the glistening tip and go towards the shaft, but he grabbed her hair and pressed her tongue against the head of his cock, moaning. Doesn't notice until she feels the tip of the ruler slip down between her cheeks and nudge the mound lying beneath. "Turn over," he says. She acts on instinct. It's like her body's on autopilot, set to move only when Mr. Smith gives a command. She regrets how much control he has over her a moment later when her back hits the desk surface and her skin burns. She screams a little, she thinks, but can hardly tell over the sound of her heart, her breath, the rushing noise in her head. When the pain. He… And the story continues: Oh shit.He still likes me.Before you get confused, let me explain.Last time me and Valentino sae each other was our last time together.I was saying our goodbyes at the airport.When I got to him, he wanted to talk.I still remember our exact conversation.The guilt haunted me for years.Gaby.You cant leave.I-I think I l-l-love you.Y-you cant leave.Please. He looked about to cry.Val.I want to stay.I cant.I have to go.Please understand.I promise well see each other.