"Tell me what you want," he says."I want to please you, Sir." How?" Any way you see fit, Sir." Don't be coy, slut. I'm going to ask you again. Tell ...me what you want."I whine. Though I've asked for this a hundred times, I still feel funny somewhere deep inside when I do. "I want to suck your cock, Sir." Good girl," he says, undoing his belt buckle. "Go on, take it out. Show me how eager you are, you little cocksucker."I undid the button and zipper to his pants as fast as I could, hungry for. They are to be given to theSergeant for him to share with his squad. We made a pledge. Under thecircumstances, I'll stand for both bottles." Very generous of you, Sir," says Timbler. "Me and the lads will beproud to drink to your memory and future happiness." Thank you, Sergeant. I'm ready, my Queen." Goodbye, Dyson."I pull all the magic back as Packer returns to where I had torn himfrom. Was it Heaven? Was it the same place I may have been? I feel allalone and helpless for a few milicycles as. She just so happened to be the lucky victim in this particular city. He always stopped by unannounced and was never reliable. Chayne could never resist the emotionally bankrupt relationship though. She had tried and tried and tried. Changing her phone number, blocking email addresses and avoiding his part of town are the steps she has taken to move on from Jermaine but nothing every worked. He once flew her down to California for the weekend only to fuck her between intervals of playing Black. So together we sped up and finished at the same time.This time I had more than just two or three minutes to make love. It was much more enjoyable for me and I told Billie Jo that. She agreed that it was the best she had. She wouldn’t tell me who the lucky guy was that she had been letting screw her. I looked at the clock and realized that almost twenty minutes had gone by. I didn’t want this to ever end and neither did Billie Jo so we stayed in bed together and felt each other’s body as we.