’ ‘So would you like a nice, slow, sloppy blow job? I’ll suck on your balls too.’ ‘You won’t tell Sherry will you?’ ‘I like repeat cus...omers. Why would I do that?’ ‘Well, sure. Why not? Do I have to return the favor?’ ‘Only if you want. I sure won’t turn it down though. Come on.’ Jeff stood and led Gary to his king size bed, pushed him back slightly then pulled off his shoes and socks. He undid his trousers and slid them off along with his boxers, then Gary pulled off his shirt. ‘Nice cock,’. Yet even after so many years of abuse and hardship, Petra had also managed to turn her life around, had just gotten her first straight job. That night out with us was supposed to have been her last hurrah. Even so, my will for revenge had foundered. I had decided not to go through with my plan, no matter our r4pe and Petra’s possible abdvction. It was just too dangerous and I’d told Alex no.Then I’d gotten a text from Alex. “Gonna meet him tonight.”That had been thirty-six hours ago and no. I got dressed before the Married Guy (he had come from the office and was wearing a suit), so I left the change rooms telling Married Guy I’d see him at my place in 10 minutes.I had been given instructions that he wanted me wearing nothing but my new jockstrap, on my knees, on my bed when he arrived.That is exactly what I intended to do but I had my own little surprise for the Married Guy.A while back, the guys from Mensuas.com (an awesome online swimwear shop) started selling the ‘Daddy’ line. “Until tomorrow,” she said, “Don’t stay up too late.” And then she was gone. Sebastian was convinced she had winked when she said ‘up’. But surely not. He was just some guy from the Midwest and no sultry and sophisticated woman was going to hit on him. Were they? Whatever the situation was, Sebastian had completely missed his floor; he still had work to do, and he was completely consumed with thoughts of Annette. He would have one more night in Paris before heading home. Maybe he could screw up.