I'm so sorry that the night in the hotel I was unable to make love with you. I can't explain what happens to me other then to say I have flashbacks. ... Please know it was not anything that you did and if only I would have been able to share that with you I know it would have been the most loving, romantic and beautiful experience of my life. Joseph, I don't want to sound like a girl with a teenaged crush but I'm scared I have fallen in love with you and Ol'Jack. And that's why I had to make. I stood mezmorised as he held his cock,masterbating in front of me.After what seemed an age he spoke again " do you want to do this for me" he said.I nodded again held out my hand and gripped it,i could only just get my hand round it.He put his hand over mine and began to move it,up and down the huge shaft.It felt so hard and hot in my small hand,i thought it would burst into flames.I masterbated him for a few minutes more when he asked do i want to kiss it,i said yes and lent forward and. Blinking his still-sleepy eyes, he focused on the strange sound that had called to him from beyond the depths of his slumber. Birds...stupid birds, he thought, slapping a palm down firmly on the covers next to him. What time is it?He glanced to his left where his phone rested, plugged in and silent. Reaching for it, his touch brought the screen to life and a bold font confirmed it was 7:33 a.m.. “Crap,” he gasped. “I’ve got another 27 minutes before I have to be up.” The words spilled from his. " For the next hour those two put me through a quiz on networking and programming that would have made my teachers blanch. I realized after about 15 minutes that it was a good thing that I had been working so hard at school. These guys weren't fooling around and if I tried to bullshit them I'd be out the door on my ass. My teachers may know the academics of the subject, but these guys knew it from experience.Finally Mister Johnson called a halt to the interrogation. "Well, Mister Wilson, Tom.