‘Carlene, Phil is one of my favorite people in the world. He’s almost like a son to me. He’s a straight shooter and an astounding musician in hi... own right. If he ever decides to quit his day job he could be a star in our business. You’ll enjoy working with him and I know he’s a huge fan of yours.’ ‘Almost like a son to me?’ George had said…Carlene was roughly the same age as George’s son… Maybe he should have just called her on the phone…no, wait a minute, you don’t just call a mega star on. “How does this feel?,” Annabelle asks just before he slides his lips back on my shaft. ”Is this wet enough for you. Are you close yet?”“No where near close, so good, tease and edge me. I love a same sex blow job.”His tongue is soft in his mouth as he moves up and down then uses the tip of his tongue to trace the head and frenulum of my erection, the underside where my circumcised head meets the shaft. He is using the flat side of his tongue to lick from the bottom of my erection to the very tip. Facelli said plainly, looking beyond Abbie and meeting eyes with me, oddly as if she knew me, as if she knew exactly who I was. I stepped forward towards the table as if I was being summoned, and I did my best to keep Abbie at bay, at least for the time being. ‘Angel,’ Mrs. Facelli didn’t ask as I approached, but rather stated with a sense of knowing. ‘I am Elizabeth Facelli,’ she introduced herself, actually rising from her seat and extending her hand to me in greeting, a gesture I couldn’t. Feeling the bed shake, he opened his eyes and they widened upon seeing me on top of him. He tried to move, but of course, he couldn’t because he was tied up.“Dude, what the fuck?” he muttered groggily. He was still half asleep and somewhat drunk.“Don’t worry man, we’re just gonna have a little fun,” I told him, and then threw caution to the wind and kissed him. His eyes grew even wider, and I shoved my tongue into his mouth, feeling his struggling against mine. I let up, and looked into his.