Then I made a call to a local bookkeeping service named Anna Caraway LTD. It sounded cool, but her office was in Roaring Gap so she wasn't a big deal....I keep the accounts for several local small business. Everything from a maid service to a ten store convenience chain. My favorite is a taco truck," she confided."So what do I need to do to set up an account?" I asked."Bring me your shoe box with all your records. We can start from there," she suggested."It's going to be a mess," I warned. Sleepily, he looked for something to aid his cause in attempt to eliminate the need to get out of bed. His phone had no service down in the basement, but he was already sufficiently aroused, and there were just a few sweaty minutes of self-intimacy until he could get the day started properly. Other than the box of tissues on the end table, he found little within reach, and while in most cases he would be motivated to get up for the desired tools, today was just not one of those days and yet he. She gently held me and examined me.“Ummm. Your touch is very gentle. He likes that.”She tentatively reached out her other hand and ran her finger tips across it.“That’s it. Don’t be afraid. You’re not hurting him. Here, let me show you how to hold him.”I guided her left hand under my penis. She gently lifted it while continuing to gently stroke it.“It feels so soft. My girlfriend Kathy calls is the one-eyed snake.” Then touching my glans, “And, this is the fireman’s hat?”“Uh-huh. It’s called. “OH! OH! YES! Oh, God! I don’t believe it!” Sally dropped her arms and entwined her fingers in his hair as he tongued her little hole.“Tell me what they told you.”“They told me… they told me that… that Stephanie bragged about… about how good you were with your tongue.”“You see? She was supposed to keep that to herself,” Lenny answered. “And you want to find out for yourself if it’s true?”“Uh-huh.” “Then I need you to promise me something first.” Lenny sat up, suddenly serious.“O-Okay,” Sally.