I opened my mouth, engulfing the head first. I swirled my tongue around it a few more times. I continued the decent down his dick with my mouth, all w...ile having my tongue run down the underside of his dick. He moaned, and I looked up from my work to look him in the eyes. However, they were shut in pleasure, his hands placed over the back of his head. I took him to the hilt, the tip of his head making its way slightly down my throat. "Fuck." He drawled, spreading open his legs even more as if. Even more temporary than expected. To calm or soothe the ruffled feathers, I agreed to be faithful, just as Joe did.“I think that, deep down, Ryan had a lot of sexual issues. He hated pregnancy, hated any kind of embarrassment, mess, humiliation, risk, disease, etc. I don’t know if he was truly gay or bi, but he was very fond of ... teens at least. Nothing wrong with lusting for youths, but he could have been open about that with Joe and me.“Ryan also liked fucking his patients, and by fucking. Luckily for me, she has some photos of the evening and she looked stunning - she is a pretty, white, petite 5’ 4” size 8 brunette, but twenty-five years ago she was an even slimmer size six with a washboard, six-pack stomach, cute little A cup titties with hard nipples and a fantastic small but shapely arse. She also looked younger than twenty and could easily have passed for sixteen or seventeen.She wasn’t particularly sexually experienced, she had only ever slept with one guy, her long-term. “We fought about it at first, but then they let it go when they decided I wasn’t going to kill myself or do drugs. They don’t mind if I drink and smoke.”“How did you decide that all there is in the world is death and decay?”“Just look around! Have you known anyone who died?”“I have. When I was fifteen, my girlfriend died. My mentor, an older guy I was really close to, died about three-and-half-years ago. Then about a year-and-a-half ago, a very, very close friend died.”“So you really.