”“Would you like to go for a meal? I promise not to mention ... that topic.” I smiled. She smiled.“Yes, I’d like that.”“Well,” I said,...“I booked a table at Orchards for seven. I don’t mean people – seven o’clock. I was going to eat there regardless, though I would have cancelled if you didn’t like the idea.”She smiled more broadly and finished her drink quickly.We took a taxi to the restaurant, which as I have mentioned was one of the best in the city, and she was impressed. Over the meal we. Leaving her to wonder a bit more as to what is coming. She hears noises coming from the kitchen not sure what is going on. I come back into our room with a tray of items of course she can’t see what’s on the tray. I set the tray down and on it there is a bowl of crushed ice and a pair of scissors. I grab the scissors and walk over to my pet, which at this point is trebling with excitement. I come over to my pet and stand in front of her, with the scissors in hand I start to remove each. The moment piss stops filling my mouth, a cock takes its place on my tongue.“Suck it clean, piss toilet. I want that cock shiny and drip-free when it comes out.” The quarterback’s girlfriend is the only girl left in the room if you don’t count the toilets, but she finds time to bark orders when she's not tonguing my dream guy.I never had a penis in my mouth before. The taste of old sweat is not a refreshing change from the urine permeating my tongue. If someone had told me this morning that I. For a moment Ari thought that the boy with the crocked smile would get away. Then, impossibly fast, the stranger caught up to him. Clasping onto the hood of his jumper, he pulled the boy so that he fell backwards and a loud cracking noise reverberated through the forest. Chancing a glance, Ari looked at the broken body of the third boy on the floor. He had fallen oddly, his torso and legs bent in opposite angles, so that he lied contorted, just like his crocked smile. Somehow she knew from his.