“If done right, it’ll leave no loose ends.”“I like it.”*****Dave squirmed on the uncomfortable metal bench in the back of the transport van.... The cuffs were tight enough on his wrists that he could feel them cutting into his skin. It was the strangest sensation, being unable to use his powers. He knew his Channel was on his hand, but it was as if his mind was too distracted to generate any sorcery. It would have been a fascinating experience, were it not for the circumstances.“So, what. He moved closer until the swollen head parted my lips and his hands slid down my spine to part the cheeks of my ass until he leant to run his tongue in a sinuous trail to my puckered asshole while I licked over his hot meat. It was thick and at least 8" long with a rugged shaft that pulsed with lust on the tip of my tongue while I sucked him passionately as the buzz lasted. His lithe tongue lewdly swiped along my ass and lapped onto the tight, rosy ring before curling into that tight hole. I. But he had then walked straight to the hotel and into his room, and had not left the suite for two days. For cover, he called the front desk and, pleading a sudden illness, had arranged for the purchase and delivery of an array of patent medicines. The clerk, sounding genuinely concerned, offered to summon a physician. Phelps told him he was experiencing familiar symptoms. He would be fine with time, rest and self-treatment.He took his meals in his suite. It was a sparse and sporadic diet. The. His hand rests lightly on my head as his eyes close and his head leans back. His obvious pleasure gets my juices following once more and I push my mouth further down onto him, pushing him right to the back of my throat. Gagging slightly, I keep him there until my throat relaxes. I've never deep throated before, but I'll take all I can of him. He responds by placing both hands on my head, gently urging me on.I push a little more and he enters my throat. My senses are full of him: his taste, his.