“I surf for smut, ugh” I groaned as she started working me with her tongue again. A second later I felt her pause. “Pretty much every day. If yo... woke me up for sex or something the night before, I might not surf or jack off in the morning.” This whole time she has been strongly stroking most of my cock with her tongue. It was fantastic. I wondered if I could talk long enough to cum. She pulled her mouth off me and gave several rapid, full length and firm strokes.“So you still might make. I have to know Kate, if it’s the last thing I do. More to the point, I have to know whether it was my fault for being too nice to Kate, for not being the person she wanted me to be. If I am right, then I wish she had just told me.Having put down the daily newspaper I acknowledge the woman entering the coffee shop. “Kate! Is that you?” I knew full well that it was.“Michael?” “Yes, I was passing by and popped in for a coffee, fancy bumping into you?”“What a coincidence,” she reiterated.“Would you. She noticed, with approval, that my commands to the school's female population to diet wisely and exercise vigorously was causing all of these young girls to shape up nicely.(That's right – I, Michael, was miles away, sleeping in like I often did. But Meredith's sights and thoughts were shared by me at what I'd guess you'd call an intuitive level whether I wanted to witness them or not. I was able to function; it was almost as if a TV was on in the room that had me aware but uninvolved. At this. The two men closed in on me and I felt hands on my ass as they pushed the panties aside. "Damn' this ass got beat pretty bad huh?" one of them asked. "He'll be fine by tomorrow night. Feel free to take a sample. Let me know what you think" Don't gotta ask me twice." One of the men pushed me to my knees in the alley. He immediately unzipped his pants and withdrew a long dark cock. I opened my mouth and he wasted no time pushing it to the back of my throat. The other man pulled me up to a bent.