”“Exactly! You’re very smart.”“Chinese genes!”“That accounts for maths,” I replied.“Logic is part of maths!”“And part of philoso...hy, too, which I’m assuming you’ve at least dabbled in from this conversation. What else have you read recently?”“The Republic, Animal Farm, Brave New World, and the Bhagavad Gita.”“Seriously?”“Yes,” Jiang replied. “What’s the issue?”“That’s basically the reading list for the discussion group I have at my house!”We arrived at the shop, and I bought Jiang a watermelon. And every time I got a blowjob for keeping quiet about it and another one for eating her pussy. I did finally get to fuck her myself, but it was several years later when I was eighteen and she was twenty-three and the married mother of two. She had me eat her out after I fucked her "for old times sake." The point I'm trying to make here is that I developed a taste for pussy at a very early age, with or without cum in it.Mellisa did me one very great favor; she told her friends that I was good. It made me feel attractive, even though I got away with tickling their privates with my ass, as for part of the lap-dance, I got to grind my ass down on their laps, particularly their crotches. Sometimes I could feel their boners against my firm ass or perineum,that sensitive area between my balls and my hole. That turned me on as much as it did the suit-and-tie contingent.One day before work I was talking to my real dad on the phone. He said he was coming to S. F. for a working visit. He said. "Hi Dean. No, it's just Katie has got this thing about seeing a gay porn film, thought I'd get her one so she can get it out of her system," I lied. "Almost believable," he replied, "Though the bulge in your jeans tells another story," he said, looking down at my groin.I followed his gaze and could see the outline of my own cock under the blue denim. Crap. Dean stood closer to me and said quietly, "Come on, we're both here for a reason, why don't we just get out of here? I've got a friend who.