..you ain't stupid, I want you to suck my dick or get your ass kick. Either way I get my dick sucked. Now get on your knees, do so now and I'll be nic... to you...' I looked at him as he undid his belt and reached into his jeans, I had not moved since his demand as he fished around and pulled out his nice size semi hard penis. I was some what transfixed as he stroked it back and forth, he was uncut and his foreskin moved freely over his massive purplish penis glans. With each stroke his penis. "But won't you have to tell them I'm coming?" Exactly," I replied, grabbed my cell phone and dialled the UK project manager."John? It's George. About this thing Wednesday. I don't think I've told you that I'm bringing my partner Melissa with me. Will that be OK with the hotel and restaurant?" I said, knowing full well that they obviously could have no idea about Melissa."Oh hi George, no I didn't know anything about that. Jennifer has been making all the arrangements. I even think she will be. " Then -- I'll be grateful, too."Brenda presented the notebook to him. "I came over because I was hoping you could do me a favor." What favor?" I'd like it if you could hold onto this for me -- for safekeeping." What's in it?" They're little stories I wrote ... when I was in middle school, mostly ... stories about Greek gods and goddesses and heroes and heroines. When I was a teenager, daydreams about these characters became my escape and I wrote down some of them. I hadn't thought about this. There was sometimes an inevitable scrape during thrusts, and I was terrified I'd graze him badly."You can bite it off if you want, I don't care!" he breathed.He carried on thrusting, and I realised that he was past the point of stopping. Fears of slight injuries were not a problem, as long as he got to come. I concentrated even harder on keeping my jaws wide and using my tongue as a pressing force to close into tightness on him.As he began to thrust harder, and grabbed hold of the headboard, I.