I looked at my inbox and noticed the list of emails I had gotten about my story; without opening them, I hit delete all. It was amazing how much hate ...ail I had gotten, but I knew it would happen; what I liked were the forum posts and comments.Why did people think that their opinion mattered? Especially when the cowards - and I meant that literally - hid behind fake emails and anon names. Even some of the ones that made up a name and profile either had no stories of their own or hadn't wholly. ” “Anything?” “Anything, anything.” Gaynor watched the monitor. ‘News at 6’ was just on air and already the phone lines were lighting up the operator’s switchboard. “That Julie Moore must have sucked some cock to get that seat,” Gaynor, the Floor Manager, told her assistant. “She was seen sneaking out of the Editor’s office late last Saturday night by a friend of mine, Joe, the security guard.” “Never,” denied Taylor, “I don’t believe Julie would mess around. Have you met her husband?” “Seen. ..and everything." "But aren't you curious," he asks, walking over to me. "A little bit," I nod. "Yes." He gently touches my hard on cock. I look down to see my cock sticking up in my silk boxers. Oh no! I didn't know it was that bad! "How about you come to my room, let's let Jordan sleep, shall we," Coach Riley asks. I look up. In the dim moonlight, I can make out his gentle warm smile. "Ok," I nod. He leads me down the hall and the last door on the right. He slides his card through and we. ”“Well, I’m happy I could help Michelle but…”“Get the stereo hooked up and I’ll play you my favorite song by Prince and then you just wait and see what I’ll do for you.”“I…well…ok.”I guess I had thought with her layin’ back in the closet with her legs open wide, her shirt up and her boobs hangin’ out and her pink little pussy soaked and open like that, well, seemed only reasonable that we were gonna fuck. Mrs. Blissitt came back into mind and I thought I’d have a little story for her. Amber.