"This letter, man. "I read the letter slowly. The handwriting was cramped, with badly formed letters, and was difficult to decipher.'My dear SirYou ma... remember me as a pupil with you at Winchester, forty years ago, and as a fellow Wykehamist I take the liberty of writing to you now. I know you hold an important post in government and hope you pass this letter on to the relevant authorities. I have some information pertaining to the safety and security of His Majesty's subjects, and will give. The conversation that night ranged from geeky to the long story of how a colleague, Paul, had spent a previous evening going from woman to woman to try to hook up, eventually sleeping with the only person left: a male student with dreadlocks and a ripe odour. Emma and I had been friends for a while and neither of us was into vanilla flirtation when it was possible to talk about oral sex or the fashion for pubic shaving. She had a boyfriend, a DJ and the kind of nice, personable guy you might. One day while Han was at work that girl and I took turns pissing each other’s mouths. I swallowed some of her piss, but I mostly just let it run out. It tasted stronger than I thought it would, but its failure to really excite me might have had as much to do with the absence of the power dynamic I enjoyed. I think I like to be the one pissing and I like knowing that there are girls dirty enough to drink my piss. I've also come to see drinking piss as a particularly complete act of submission.. His mouth felt like hot, oil-soaked velvet as he sucked and drooled over my rock-hard shaft. He had one hand rapped around the base of the shaft and the other was tickling and playing with my balls. Occasionally, a finger would dip down and play with the pucker of my asshole, lubricated with the copious amounts of saliva he was producing as he sucked.Then he changed tactics suddenly. He released my cock from his mouth and looked up into my face, a big grin lighting up his eyes. He put his hands.