“Not yet, dude,” he groaned. “Not yet. Just hold on.”My eyes watered endlessly and my lungs burned. I needed air! I tried to breathe throu...h my nose. I gagged loudly.“That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” he cheered. “Choke on that fat fucking dick.”Again, I choked. This time, saliva and mucous sprayed from my mouth. It splashed against his groin and ran down my chin.“Take a deep breath,” he instructed as he pulled his cock out of my throat, but keeping it near the back of my mouth.I. Travis immediately began kissing and caressing her tiny breasts, sucking on her nipples as they hardened. Her "puffies" were of such a shape that they begged to be sucked and Travis, as driven as he was, conveniently obliged. For her part, Sarah's sexual appetite, having just been "blessed" and ostensibly acknowledged and allowed to exist, wasted no time in communicating its existence to her rational and conscious mind. There was no longer a need to hold back, to be reserved, or to say no to. One might argue that to name a professional football team after Native Americans would exalt them as fine warriors, but nay, nay. We must be careful not to offend and, in the spirit of political correctness and courtesy, we must move forward.Let's ditch the Kansas City Chiefs, the Atlanta Braves and the Cleveland Indians. If your shorts are in a wad because of the reference the name Redskins makes to skin color, then we need to get rid of the Cleveland Browns.The Carolina Panthers obviously. It was a note from Silva. He had tried to reach me at home and failed. He was coming to North Bay tomorrow with his father. I could well imagine what the talk would be about. A problem might arise because Martin was coming the same day and so was the meeting with my lawyers. On the way out I stooped at the desk and reserved the other two penthouse suites for my guests. I assumed that engineers would be attending and tried to reserve the entire floor below the penthouses. Only one guest was.