“That could be ... interesting,” Evan replied, mysteriously.The brownstone truly was right around the corner. You were impressed. Three stories. W...ll-maintained. “Professor Sarah must have quite an inheritance,” you observed.“Yes,” Evan replied. “Old shipping money.” He opened the gate, led you up to the door, and punched a code into an electronic keypad next to the door. Your heart started thumping as the lock clicked. Evan opened the door, pulled you in by the hand, and pinned you to the back. Today, Josh told her, we are going to find some cocks for you to suck off. I want to see my whore’s face covered in other men’s cum. What do you think about that whore? I’ll suck all the cocks you can find and I’ll suck them better than they ever were sucked before. There won’t be a dry spot on my face when I’m finished sucking them. This I’ll do for you to prove I’m the best cock sucking whore you could ever have. You know I’m your total cum loving slut. Her answer triggered Josh’s release. I could not believe it. "Come with me" she said, and lead me by the hand to my bedroom. "I did a little reorganizing while you were in the shower" she said. My room had been changed around. She had taken down my posters of hot babes and fighter jets. She had put my men's clothes into some garbage bags (to give to the poor she said), and had put into my dresser all of the things from the box I had opened. She had also opened the other box that UPS had dropped off, which I hadn't opened yet. It. I don't know how he does it — let's face it, he's a long, long way from what most people would consider normal — but he manages to make the differences seem irrelevant." Oh, hell..." What?" Marcus... he said he'd help me tomorrow, with some physiotherapy." So?" So! I need to shave my legs. Can you help me, I need to get to the bathroom." You're going to shave?" Hell yeah... even if... oh hell, alright, I'm gay, and Marcus wouldn't work. I still don't want him to see me with hairy legs, OK.".