“Do you want a little more wine?” “Sure why not?” Mia grabbed the glass from his side and put it to the floor before grabbing the bottle, la...ing flat and pouring a little into her belly button. Matt’s eyes grew wide. “There you go, just a little,” she giggled and smiled up at him, her hand holding up her top, pushing up her breasts. His tongue tickled more than the fizzing sensation in her belly button but his tongue lapped up the small amount. He kissed her stomach, leaving glistening. Ihad allowed myself to be totally used. I had lost all respect for myself.Yet I kept on sucking away. And when he shot another load on my tonguetwenty minutes later, I lapped it up like a dog.At home that night I just stared at the ceiling lying on my bed for hours.My conflicted soul raged.I was a guy. I was a guy's guy. High school football stud with the worldby the balls; great parents, hot girlfriend, a great group of friends whoadmired and respected me, a car, everything a k** could want.I. Crusher growled under his breath but didn’t move.“Are you leader of men and cows?” he asked, with a quizzical expression on his sun dried face.“Yes, I am.” I tried to sound confident but felt anything but.“You will pay toll yes?” The man cocked his head.“Yes we will,” I replied happily. “How much is it?”“How many cows?” the man asked but I suspect he already knew.The other men watched our exchange, seemingly bored at this point.“One thousand, one hundred and forty cattle,” I said loud enough. She always said it was a waste of time because you invariably had to beat the undesirables off with a stick. Much more effective to make a beeline to the source. And it worked for her. When Paulo, the Italian foreign exchange student, had arrived last semester Lydia made sure she was one of the first people who introduced himself. She bragged that she was the "first American girl he ever saw naked." She had spent an entire week talking about how his long fingers had stroked her G-spot while his.