The chef will always decorate my anus with a dollop ofcream and either a cherry or strawberry to top it off. As a final touch, hewill stuff my mouth w...th a whole plum before an kitchen assistant wheels meback to your office. It alwaysembarrasses me when you play with your food. The sensations of your tonguechasing the cheery around in the cream in my ass hole tickle and, any guestssharing lunch with you must surely think I actually enjoy being humiliated likethat. The rest of the meal is spent. “You cumming inside me… me too Sui… Craig. I’ve really got to get his name down.” “What do you think, Craig?” I do a small spin for him and find myself wanting he approve. “Nice” was all he said. “Nice… fucking nice, is that all! I mean I know I’m no goddess, but please .” Only then do I look over his clothing taking in his black slouch jeans covering his long legs and fitted black t-shirt showing some definition in his chest, his watch sparkles on his wrist being his only flicker of. . and take notes at the same time. Mr. Howard gave us a new assignment to work on due next Monday and ended the class. "Yo' man I don't think I can do all these problems by myself." Jamal said flipping through the book. There were about one hundred problems and all of them were lengthy, but I already covered most of this stuff back in Honors Math. "I can help you out." I say. "I can come by your dorm and we can work on this together." Yeah, that sounds good. You wanna walk with me? We get this. Well, not plane and simple, but still a dyke.Growing up, as a small child I was such an odd mix. I loved so many things.Roller-skating in the basement with my older sister, to my dad's 45s.Running every which way in the back yard. Roughhousing with my sisters andbrother. Playing all sorts of games, often with complex and occasionallyapocalyptic scenarios. Climbing trees, picking flowers, poking at pill bugsand catching salamanders to pet them. I learned to do woodworking, bake,dance, sew, shoot.