You see, Becky always runs a little late. It turns out Becky's tears were wasted. No sense crying over one's true nature, I thought at the time. But I...m no dope; I kept my tongue tied.I drove into Gino's parking lot with my windshield wipers swishing though the late spring rain. Inside, out of the weather, Gino's was dry and quiet, most tables sitting vacant. Wine red tablecloths, precisely placed silverware, big water glasses holding folded cloth napkins. A waitress stepped up to the. Others were throwing the torches back towards the wall of armed attackers guarding the entrance. Still others were trying to climb out of windows, only to be ambushed by attackers outside. I won’t lie. I wanted to run. I didn’t understand any of this. I wasn’t afraid as such. What I felt wasn’t exactly fear, or at least it didn’t feel like fear. It was just a sort of primal awareness of my own body – every pore of it – and a keen awareness of the fact that I was trapped: that there was no way. ..”oOoShe pushed the door open beside the plate that read STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL and went in. When the jangling of the bell died away a face appeared at the hatch on the right.“You must be Jean. Come on through.” Inside was a well-fleshed woman in a black dress dripping jewelry who held out her hand. “I'm Carol. And Barbara told me something of what you're after.”She led the way along a passage to a small room at the back. Hung with black curtains it was softly lit with a bench down one wall and. He started playing with his lips with his hands.To be honest it was the hottest lips I ever seen, it was beyond the hotness of the girls. I was seeing all these while I was washing my face with the soap.Then i was surprised, As he started sucking his middle finger. It was too damn hot with his big spongy pink lips.My penis was rock hard as well as in pain because of my innerwear. It was clear that he was interested in me. So I too wanted to show him as well that I was interested too.I was.