Then he calmly scanned the room as if he was really pondering the choice.I just stood there, dumbstruck by his filthy declaration. My mouth opened to ...speak but I was unable to form a sentence. What the hell did he just say? Did he really say that?!? My mind flooded with images of naive young boys unable to resist Daniel’s seduction, and before they knew it he’d turned them into gay sluts for his cock.Daniel finished looking around the club and turned his gaze upon me. He didn’t say a word, he. I’d only been at it a few minutes when I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the familiar clack of the door latch! “GOD! What the hell are you doing?!”Keith’s voice blurted. “I didn’t know you were into this stuff too!” Caught totally off guard, adrenaline surged through me, my heart thumped, and panic overcame me while I stammered. “I….uh …. I ……. Um….! Wait! Had he said too? TOO! “Wait, what are you doing back so soon and what did you mean by too?” I asked him. “It started raining really. For the second day in a row, Jay’s pants were scrunched around his ankles while I worked on his tool with my mouth. Down on my knees, I eagerly gobbled it up, sucking and spitting, trying to gather lubrication for my throat. In no time, Jay was as hard as a cucumber with me driving his mushroom head well past my tonsils.Jay was shifting and moaning while all you could hear from me was, “Mmmm,” in between the slurp, slap, slap, slurp, slurp of my lips sucking his black dong.“Damn Britt. You. )One day a florist went to a barber for a haircut. After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you; I’m doing community service this week. The florist was pleased and left the shop.When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.Later, a cop came in for a haircut, and when he tried to pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you; I’m doing.