"Would you like me to feed you the cake, sir?" Sure. I would like to eat them off you, Kitty." Off my breasts? You are so naughty." No. Off your pussy... Now strip for me and get on the bed." Yes sir."She seemed abit disappointed that I didn't like her playboy bunny outfit that much, so I stopped her and I told her to kneel on the bed in front of me. I took a chunk of the cake and I slathered it on her cleavage, and I went to lick it off her. I removed her swimsuit bit by bit as I licked my way. Of course the fact that Mac backed me helped too.Together we came up with a plan. The Canadian Music Awards, also called theJunos, were coming up and Mac and I had a couple of nominations. Normally Iwouldnt have gone,as I felt that Mac deserves the lion's share of thepraise, since he not only co-writes out songs but sings them too.But this time, everybody wanted me to go, and show the world I wasn't afreak or whatever other nasty term the tabloids were using for me.Now, believe it or not, up. ..look up at me when you're sucking my dick, look me in the eye...' As I looked up I could not make out his facial expression the light from the screen blinded me evidently he could see me clearly for he took his hand and gently stroked my hair and side of my face as he hunched slightly. My slob and his pre-cum dripped from my lips to the floor, behind me I heard clothes shuffling. Two powerful hands reached under my arms and lifted me to my feet that familiar voice whispered '...let's fuck our. This time, before unpacking my bags, I checked the TV to make sure it was OK. It wasn’t – and my heart sank. But I am a stickler for my entitlements, so I went back down to the front desk and told the young lady there. She said the Manager would come and check it for me.True enough, there was a knock at the door a few minutes later and there he was. I suppose I am allowed to say this but the first thing I noticed was that he was black; “Afro-Caribbean” to be precise. I say this without any.