The problem right now is that shortly before i declared myself as the supreme dictator of the entire world i secretly dumped all my toys, clothes, mak...-up and other related necessities like a thief in the night, even going so far as to dump all my beloved and most cherished of perverted paraphernalia in my neighbor's garbage can and so, in short, I'm playing with the idea of whoring myself out at the local gay bar to finance my d**gs and bitch-gear and am now beseeching you in the hopes that. I broke our kiss, looked at him and said "Now it's my turn to get off."Well, it was my turn to get off, but it wasn't what I quite expected. I laid back and said "It's your turn now Mike." He looked at me nervously and lowered his head and started kissing, licking and sucking my dick. He was doing a pretty good job and a few moans escaped me. After about 2 minutes, I felt him stop sucking and he began jerking me off. At this point I knew he couldn't go through with blowing me, but I had to get. My sisters did too when they got old enough to fuck. So, of course, that’s what I expected of my wife.I’d found out early that she was a slut and had fucked a lot. All the guys at the barbershop said she was a first-class piece and their friends agreed. I knew from usin my sisters that a lot of screwin didn’t hurt a pussy none even if’n it weren’t always my meat. So I figured if a woman was fuckin around she’d appreciate my dick all the more.It was real good when we had visitors at our farm. It. He seemed to think he had a proposition that would interest Clegg. For his part, Clegg doubted it. He disliked getting involved with the military, unless of course they were customers like the general.The barker at the club door met his gaze as Clegg went by. "They'll look after you downstairs," he said."I'm sure they will," said Clegg evenly, although he wasn't sure of anything of the sort.He wasn't looking forward to the meeting. He had a suspicion of military types and he wasn't at all sure.