Sheenjoyed that.But once his lower parts were naked she'd side-track himmischievously for her own entertainment, sometimes even before hecould go down...on her. Sitting there on her bed, she'd tell him torise and stand before her, which he did! Then she'd look up at himslyly and take him into her mouth and begin to suck on him. Intime she invented a game in which she forced him to cum in hermouth by embracing his backside so firmly he couldn't pull out. Then she held his cum puddled under her. Usually I would hangout with her at her job, and drive her home afterward. We would joke about sex, talk about sex, and hate the fact that neither of us were currently having sex. Something that I wanted to rectify in a mutually beneficial way. Which is why I was saddened and disappointed when she named me on a list of people she couldn't have sex with. It would have been fine if she had said it in private, but others were around. Other whom I'm sure noticed the slightly hurt look on my face.. “What do you want Ross?”“I know you and Chrissy got off on what happened. I thought maybe you would let my two mates and me come around and, you know, show them it’s not a myth.”“I don’t think so Ross. Please don’t call again”, and I hung up.Panic stations. My God. All of a sudden my world was in turmoil. In my job as a singer/songwriter slash entertainer, I am reasonably well known. Not like Kardashian. God forbid. Very very minor celebrity in my regional community. What if news got out my. We all left our cars inside the garage and took a mini-bus to the pier to board the yacht. They would be a temptation for pilferers looking to score knowing the owners would be away for quite some time on a seafaring cruise.As it turned out our two man crew turned out to be a husband and wife team that were both nautically qualified to take us into almost any situation on the high seas with lifetimes of experience in meeting all challenges at sea. Their names were Mr. and Mrs. Smythe-Jones and.