Outside on Lexington Avenue, I responded to my urge to work harder by jogging, determined to make my way on foot all the way uptown to meet Martha. Bu... at 59th Street I was running out of steam. Angry with myself, I caught a taxi to Martha's and changed into nicer clothes for lunch. Fiore was right, I thought as I knotted my necktie in the mirror: I still had a lot to learn and a long way to go. But I saw my skin was clear. At least I was getting somewhere, if not far enough. In the kitchen I. Tom and Gabriel’s god could both watch as his guilty married cum slipped down my throat. I was fine with that.Tom arrived early as usual and helped me set up the glory hole partition. We stripped off and snogged while we waited. We got pretty carried away and Tom presented his arse to me. I rimmed him as he touched his stiffy. Breaking away to tell him how I took Gabriel’s anal virginity. Tom loved that sort of dirty talk and couldn’t wait to watch me fellate a new cock as he looked on. Now … it’s time for you to go back to your fiancée and tell her there isn’t any problem,’ she smiled. ‘How do you feel about me getting married so soon?’ I asked, wondering if I really wanted to hear the answer. ‘A bit surprised, but Phil has told me about her and it sounds like she’s a perfect match for you. She’s dedicated to your business, loves sports, is a good cook, and by the sound of it, made the move on you first. Does that sound about right?’ I nodded. ‘Exactly right. We are a good. .. And coughed it straight back out, his eyes bugging out of their sockets as he grabbed a napkin to wipe as much of the offending meat off his tongue before he felt like throwing up. “What's the matter Greg? The chicken wings aren't any good?”“Fuck no!” Coughed the man with the pony tail as he wiped the last of the oil out of his mouth, his eyes practically bloodshot from his reaction to the fried crispy tender. “Lets... 'Cough'... Lets hope the fries are any better...” As soon as he plucked.