Although he was labeled as a pop star, his fans had the patience and the courtesy to let him explore some blues guitar riffs throughout his music when...he performed live. Jake ran his calloused fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled the Fender over his shoulder and handed it to the old stage manager. The old man was in his mid-fifties and bundled up tightly, despite the massive amount of electrical equipment and radios that seemed to be permanently attached to his body. He gave Jake a. But both his body and his voice were quickly fading, receding from me as if down a long tunnel."Godspeed, Daniel. Choose your destiny well!"And then everything was black again... until the moment I opened my eyes inside my apartment, lying on my back on the floor. I didn't feel any different, really... no better or worse for wear. Then again, I felt as if a dark cloud that I had been carrying on my shoulders had been lifted, as if I could focus again on something other than Sara and how much I. Every so often she wiggled her bottom, as if the sensations of the spanking were still tingling over the surface of her abused flesh, and I could see the wetness that was oozing from her exposed pussy. Dee planted kisses and licks up and down the length of Tom’s shaft. She left behind wetness, and pretty soon, his entire cock was gleaming. She lightly caressed his balls as she kissed his cock. “You taste so good, sir, ” Dee murmured. Eventually, though, pure lust overcame her, and suddenly she. My. God.I know, I sound like a girl. A teen girl, but ... OH MY GOD!If I had known. If I had an inkling of what a colossal pain in the ass it would be, there is absolutely zero chance I would ever have come within pissing distance of Panama, much less the freaking canal.You think I am exaggerating, but you ... unless you have been there and done this, you have no clue.Okay, okay. Listen while I tell you my story.First, you can’t just motor up and get in line. No, that would be way too easy..