” I tossed them over and he got in, started the car up, then he honked. “Now get your sexy ass in the car.” He called. I kissed Dominic’s chee... and said goodbye then went to get in. We sped off, going twice the speed limit. “Where are you taking me?” I asked as I held on for dear life, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be a victim of his maniacal driving. And I wasn’t sure my car could handle it. “To your house, I need to talk to your mom, and you need to change into something I can show you off. I would remember.I knew you were near, though. I could feel you. I know that now.All I knew then was that there was ... something ... incomplete ... about the way I was living.And behaving.My parents would never have understood. Or even recognized me. During that time.Sex. And drugs. And rock and roll. There was fighting in the street. I was a street-fightin' man. I was living a songwriter's dream.Marching and getting maced and looking at Hell's Angels dressed up as "security" and crying for. I felt as if I might float on all of those lips and tongues pleasuring me, even as I tried to examine the situation. I recalled Sofia Poulas, the owner of the Poulas Group Limited, a medical billing agency just like the other one. She wasn’t bad, not at all, a slightly older woman, maybe ten years my senior. She was the daughter of Greek immigrants, just as Shalman and Jonah were Assyrian preppies, but I knew precious little else from the relatively brief time that I was employed. He stated leaking precum and I was living sucking and licking up the massive amounts his monster was producing. I would stop and lick his cock sucking up the precum and ask him about getting tucked. He said he had done it different times but he didn’t do it wilt. I asked him and he aid you don’t want a Cock this big fucking you your first time... Oh deep inside I absolutely did but I was nervous and said ok and continued to suck hm. He then sat up and asked me to grab his lube off of the tv.