From that point on we chatted once in a while, perhaps a little too friendly in-hindsight. One night I had my Messenger on by-accident because I was s...udying for finals. She shot me a message asking what I was doing. I told her I was studying. "Take a break. I'm down at O'Briens. Come down for a drink. I may have a job lead for you for next year." That was good enough for me. I had to start thinking about my future, and if she had a lead I would hear her out. And I needed a cold, Canadian beer.. Digging by their roots I uncovered a number of witchety grubs with which I half-filled my hat. Logan ate one and pronounced it "fine," but it wasn't my thing. So I dry-fried the remainder and we had them for lunch. I was unlucky in my hunt for vegetable tucker. Logan said my search had been "fruitless," but I was too hot to appreciate his jokes.In the following days he found several more frogs, but no Spencer's. The lizards were quite ordinary. The trench I dug near the acacias had revealed. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants. “Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?” This. "I started to lick his cock through his briefs. In a few seconds I forgot my circumstances; hands cuffed behind me while I sat in the chair in drag and concentrated only on his magnificent cock. I licked it and sucked through the briefs, and then Fern handed Jason the camera."Pull down my briefs, willow, with your teeth." As Jason filmed the episode I did as he told me. I pulled his briefs down with my teeth. Then, without being told to, I took his huge cock into my mouth."Oh, yeah, be a good.