"A game" is that what you think? Yes I replied it can't be real its allfantasies, but maybe it will be fun.So you think my great uncle is a fraud then... NO, NO, I do believe hebelieves in this, but I have a hard time believing it. Fair enough shesaid, lets proceed she responded, please take the black vial and drinkit. Okay I said and picked it up and drank it down, again it was notnasty more of an apple taste.And So I said what now? Starting to feel what seemed like a slight buzz,but different,. This continued for long and even I enjoyed every bit of it. Sometimes her parents tell me to drop her to tuition/market/bus stop on my bike whenever she is having an issue to commute. I use to take full advantage of this situation and apply break as much as possible so that she passes shock waves from behind. And it appeared that she enjoyed giving me a boob massage from behind.Nonetheless, one fine day, she sent me a text message:Alia: Hey wazzup? what are you doing?Me: Nothing as such…how. I tried to lick his shaft but I couldn't get its full length so I gobbled down what was accessible and began to suck. That didn't last very long because the limo glided to a stop and Gary pulled my hair, yanking my head off of his cock."Let's finish this inside the house," he said. Though he said it politely, it sounded like a command, like he was calling me a cunt again. The whole scene was weird. I mean, what guy stops a girl in the middle of a blow job just to go inside a house? And didn't. “What took you so long?”“Sorry, I was in the kitchen and my phone was in the bedroom.”“Where were you last night?”“I was out in Lancaster.”“I’ve just had a weird call claiming they saw you with a girl.”“Who told you that?”“Some girl called, wouldn’t leave her name and withheld her number, it wouldn’t be one of your students playing a trick would it?”“How would they have got your number? Anyway, I went to the pub, then had dinner in a restaurant. I met a former student on the way out, we said a.