I looked around and knew we had an audience. My partner took me into his mouth and slowly worked his way down the shaft. My knees began to buckle. A m...n from the crowd grabbed me and held me upright. “We expect a show,” the man told me and he draped his arm across my chest. He gave my nipple a squeeze and my kneeling lover began stroking his own magnificent piece of man meat. He hummed while pleasuring me. The man holding me kissed my neck and twisted hard on my nipple. I gasped in pleasure. I. “I thought you were working for Brown-Bovari.” “I did, for about a year, and then decided ‘screw it’. My dad died, and I inherited enough cash to live on for a few years, so I decided I had to give full-time playing a try. So, for the past three years, that’s all I’ve been doing. I am not getting rich, but I’m not starving, and I’m a Hell of a lot happier than I was in that cubicle. What have you been up to?” “Oh, I’m working for a little local firm, doing hydrology and hydraulics. And guess. You need me in court with you, more than ever. So, as Chris would say, ‘like it or lump it.’ You’re stuck with me.” He sat down to finish his meal, and stared out into the backyard. She stood behind him, and pulled at his heart like gravity. ‘My brain’s scrambled, huh? I’ve never heard of that diagnosis.’ ‘Well, I’m not board certified, but I think it’s valid.’ Dragging a chair next to his, she sat down and rested the good side of her face against his shoulder. ‘I’m hungry.’ He placed the. I was thrilled and flattered that I could, as a girl, make a guy like me so much."Debi, you know what I would like you to do?" What Bruce?" I would like you to suck my cock." You..." I was dumbfounded. He had just told me that he wanted me to become a cock sucker. But, as the idea rolled into my conscious mind, the idea did not seem to be such a bad idea after all. I had been kissed like a girl, and it had made me love Bruce, and had made me feel completely feminine. Bruce had felt me up, and.