He started to apologise, but I put my finger to his lips and stopped him.I turned my head, to see Ian sitting upright, stroking his huge cock with his...hand.Ian’s cock wasn’t as hard as Martin’s. Large one’s never are, but it looked like the, proverbial, ‘baby’s arm squeezing a blood orange’.I did my favourite trick, of opening my mouth as wide as possible, showing Ian the white ‘man juice’ on my tongue. I then closed my lips, tipped my head back and dramatically swallowed every last drop.” I. " I replied but a bit apprehensive."Could I come and change at your place so my Dad does not know? I willtell him that I am going to your house but not the other bit. I knowit's a lie but there is no other way around it." Well if you come here to change it is not a total lie. Okay, I willcover for you." Thanks for that." Melissa will expect you for lunch on Sunday with a report." Okay."On Friday I got home early and changed right away into the ballet bootsand exercise gear. I slogged away. Clearly, their hatred for each other was mutual. I still couldn't figure out why we were at the house of a woman Loretta so clearly hated, and a woman who so clearly hated her. She offered me no further information on the drive over in the car."And hello Victor," Loretta did an about face and completely changed her tone with me. "I've heard so much about you, but I just can't figure out why such a gorgeous hunk of a man like you would ever choose a nasty old bitch like Debbie to marry?"Loretta. People kept arriving and leaving randomly. And although I was too far away to recognize anyone, quite a few stopped at the large bulletin board mounted on posts outside the building. What if one of them took my keys by mistake? What would I do, I wondered? After an eternity of discomfort and suspense however, I at last saw the crowd thinning out. More time passed and more and more of them left. Finally, I saw the director lock up the entrance and leave. At last, I thought. Walking.