That’s someone else you need to talk to. Eddie.”“I know. Pretty much since I left the band, we haven’t really spent time with each other. Just...that one time when we were tripping, and he mostly vented at me.”“New York?”“All’s I remember was my attempt to instruct him on sex,” he chuckled. “Other than that, just figuring what we’d do next. When we’d meet.”“There was Moe and then Joanne and then me.”“Yeah.”“And I was with him before.”“Yeah.”“We ladies seem to be major distractions for you. He held up his hands in a placating manner. “I get it, okay.” He seemed sorry now. “I know the Institute has taken people in the past. If your son is one of them, I can understand why you’d want to get in.” He hesitated. “I think I can help you get in, but I’d like something in return.”“That would be reasonable. You help me, I’ll help you.”He seemed surprised that I agreed so quickly. “All right. This is going to take a few minutes, if you want to get comfortable and get out of those suits, go. She scoffed quietly, shaking her head. She bet he did.“I didn’t intend to end it with such a crude remark,” he conceded, “but admittedly, I just got caught up in my imagination. Was I close?”“To what?”“In my description of you?”If he meant how restless, how uncomfortable, how aroused she felt at that moment…She smirked and said, “It’s your imagination. I thought there was no way we could be wrong?”There was a pregnant pause on the other end. Finally, he laughed quietly and said, “Very good.” He. Finally, with one last groan, he pushed his cock deep in my throat as it started to shoot jets of cum down my throat. I loved the feel of that hot liquid forcing its way down my throat. There was so much that it gushed out of the side of my mouth and he finished pumping my mouth. I could hear Adrians groans and wails echo eerily in the ceramic shower room."Did you like that?" Adrian asked."Yes," I said in a low meek tone."Are you sure motherfucker?!" Adrian screamed, "I can't fucking here.