Palvihello,frds umeed karta hu ap sab log thik honge main apka apna rahul aj kafi time baad apke liye apni sachai le kar hajir hua or dosto apne meri ...ichli story birthday per diya didi ne anmol gift ko bahut passand kiya or muje mails kiye uske liye main ap sabko thanks kahta hu jessa ki ap jante ho ki mere birthday per didi ne muje apne ass hole main lund dalne ki permission di us din main bahut khush tha ki didi ki jis chij ko main pana chahta tha vo muje mil gyi didi ki gand chodne ke baad. ‘It’s Michelle, isn’t it?’ ‘It’s no one.’ ‘Sophie.’ ‘No.’ ‘Did you move up the ladder? Is it Phoebe?’ ‘No.’ ‘Then why isn’t it me?’ He just stares. ‘You saw Cat,’ I say. ‘You saved Cat. You met us all, then you picked me. You came into that room. And now, it’s like you’re not even part of the Floor anymore, Cypress! You’re downstairs with Phoebe every fuckin’ day doing God knows what, and no one has any idea what’s going on, if you’re like fucking her or what-‘ ‘Crow!’ he barks. Perhaps. Period. End of story. No drama. No strings. No commitments (I'M not interested any)! Just SEX! After I've worked Pete's cock over nice and good, and after he's unloaded a HUGE quantity of cum (along with the emotional frustration leading up to that), he thanks me (not needed, but it is nice that he does so anyway), and then he leaves; and I probably won't hear from him again for a month, or even longer---but eventually, as with so many of the other guys I suck-off, he'll be back!I think of what. "I'm glad you mentioned her. I was going to call you, but time got away from me today. We're on for this Saturday afternoon." To cover the grin that was forming on his mouth, he quickly took a drink."We're on for what, Mark? What did you do now? I've got a golf match with some guys from work." Well, cancel it, or postpone it or something. Make up some excuse. I need you."There was a tone of frustration in Paul's voice. "Mark, what did you do? What are we doing on Saturday afternoon, and how.