I was amazed when not one, but two women shared my bed that night. I've only done it three times since then, and unfortunately, Eric got to witness it...once."Cathy and Tory came in, and I stood as they approached the table, seating them before I returned to my breakfast."Mah, mah, Ah declare, a man with manners. Good morning to you, sugah, sleep well?" I grinned at Cathy's faked southern accent, before returning it in kind with my real one."Like a rock, ma'am," I said mournfully, my accent. Longish and not too thick with a magnificent shiny head that almost glowed purple. Dripping sweet pre-cum and covered in my wife’s spit. I slipped it into my mouth and started sucking and licking its length while my wife lathered his balls. "It's very brown for a white guys prick" I thought to myself...."hang on!" I looked up into the face of the guy I was sucking. His eyes were closed but there was no mistaking it. I was finally enjoying the cock I had craved from all that time ago. He opened. Most operations are meticulously planned, but quite a few are go-right-now."What's the op? Will I need anything special for desert work?"Joan laughed, "You won't see much sand this trip. You're attending a soiree at the home of Ali Khat, the oil sheik. He has a collection the Smithsonian would be interested in showing -- that's your cover."But your real goal is to scan some documents we think are in the hands of an Emirates businessman, Maktub Fatash, who'll also be at the party. His photo and. Roberta sprang to the phone to call Paige. Paige, who was on her way to the spa, had heard of the situation at the clinic and rushed to be at Bolt’s side. When she arrived she was heart broken to learn that Bolt thought that she was his mother, not his fiancée. After a few visits to the local psychiatrist, he seemed to be fine. *** (we will return to the second half of ‘As The Mouse Clicks’ after this message from our sponsor….) And now a word (or several) from our sponsor: Heard on the subway:.