" That's Fletcher? He looks much older than he should be from the digi-pix I've seen of him."Red looked at him like he was an idiot, "Oh really? Ya th...nk it could have anything to do with the fact that he looks like he's not quite firing on all thrusters?" I suppose that could have something to do with it." What I want to know more than that is what happened after the digi-pix." Red grimaced a little trying to resist the restraining straps. "Because if we do find out bus... I mean Garth, and. It's not my fault you're a cultural philistine. Ignorantia non excusat." "If you don't stop being a bitch and tell me the story, you can do this stupid thing all by yourself. Understood?" "Fine." So?" Fine. You're Orpheus, son of somebody and somebody, recipient of Apollo's lyre which you are incomparably gifted at playing, you were an Argonaut and sailed with Jason, out-seduced the Sirens with your lyre, returned home and married Eurydice, me, who then promptly gets bitten by a snake, probably. He stopped tucking in his shirt when his pantsbecame an awkward fit at the top. He started biting his nails again totry to make them look less delicate. He stopped doing anything thatmight call more attention to himself. He stopped speaking at meetings.He started eating lunch in his office.Despite his efforts, his coworkers took notice - ironically (at first)- because of his efforts. He was never outgoing, but they noticed whenhe withdrew completely into his shell. Perhaps because he was. I spit it onto his head and used my tongue to spread it all around his head and in the crease of his cock. I enjoyed every second of him throbbing till suddenly he shot his first load that covered my face.“Oh wow you do have some nice special lotion I see.” I said teasingly as I rubbed it in all over my face, neck and chest like it really was sun tan lotion.“There’s more where that came from baby, now get on the bed on all fours so I can give you the rest.” He said with a smile stroking his.