” Michael said. “What if I said that I really missed you when you travel?” “Nope, you have to say ‘I love you’.” “What if I said that ... love when you send me a text saying that you’re thinking about me?” “Nope!” Michael said shaking his head slightly side to side. “What if I said I loved when we talk on the phone at night or when you send me emails and what if I said I love the way you touch me or how you hold my hand? What about if I said that I loved the note you wrote for me.” “No, no and. Richards was pointing to the flat spot under his belly. “There is nothing here now. You are just an impostor. You pretend to be a man, a Division Head, but in reality, you are nothing but my dick and your place is here, right under my pubis.”“But even for the sake of an argument, how can you prove it?” inquired Mr. Cox. “What evidence do you have that your dick is missing? Why should I believe you? What if you never had one?”“I had a dick!” proudly exclaimed Mr. Richards, “I have witnesses, my. She writhed as she built to orgasm. It hit her hard and fast and she bucked on the fallen tree, her hips writhing. I stopped licking and moved up to her face, kissing her. Her hand reached for my cock, and she wrapped her fingers around my solid member, then was wanking me hard. I looked at her, and she looked hungrily at my cock. I knew that look, so stood with my cock next to her head. She turned to face me and pulled my member into her mouth and started sucking, rolling her tongue around the. Her body started to convulse, she came hard and collapsed on the table. I pulled up my shorts and continued to massage her head and face. She gave me a great tip and promised to come back the following week. She became a regular. I also massaged men. The first male customer was a guy in his forties, athletic, and in good shape. After he took a shower he waited for me in the room with a towel wrapped around his hip. I introduced myself. He then too his towel off standing in front of me naked. He.