Under the first message, someone had added in ball point with adifferent writing style. "Dis be da truth, bruthas. Loose Lucy does anytin for a mou...hful, of big Black cock!" So now Joe had a second claim about his wife being a whore. Joe was aboutto erase them both but suddenly someone came in and he didn't want to be caughtand people wondering who this Lucy was, and conceivably they might know who she was to him. Sitting at his desk he was dwelling on that all day, and truth be told, it. He had no need to coax me, immediately got between his legs and sucked his massive dong, making it wet and juicy in my mouth. He held my head down, occasionally I would look up to catch a glimpse of his face and saw him enjoying it, his eyes rolled back to my giving him pleasure.I begged him to teach me, show me how to handle it better, and really make him feel good, the way he liked to feel. He said, “You’re doing a good job just the way you are now.”“Oh, yeah boy, you are a good, a hot boy;. “Yes, it is ready. I sent a photo to your phone. I will ship the original out to you tomorrow. You’re welcome, Fred”Mom put her phone away, “Arthur, You’re back.” Mom motioned to me with her hand, “Come, come, have a glass of wine with me to celebrate.”“You finished the commission with Derrick?”“Yes, it went very well today. Yes, yes indeed, very well.”I could tell by my mother’s smile and the bubbly excitement in her voice that more than a good work session went well, “Mom you didn’t?”Mom’s. We solved the mystery, she was one of the brigade of backpackers I accompanied the previous night to the Augustiner beer hall in Salzburg, ala the mornings debilitating hangover. She invited me to join her group of other people who had stayed at the YoHo. When I asked where she pointed to a group standing up amidst the vortex of people I gulped my beer and went to empty myself. My bladder had become like a boiler from hell. I rushed to the bathroom to get relief but was disappointed by a line..