It would just mean that you let a gay guy fuck you.Would you do it?Just think of what you could do if you had Bill Gates type money. Are you fucking k...**ding me?You wouldn’t suffer for an hour for that?I sure as fuck would do it. Everyone has a price, and that’s mine.For 10 Billions Dollars you can fuck my ass.You can do whatever the fuck you want with me for one hour.I have a high tolerance to pain, and my will is strong. I’ll get through it. I have vision, and that’s a ton of fucking money.I. "But why if you weren't actually having sex regularly?" I never said that," she replied, looking over to where Jesse had fallen asleep. "I was the bonus for some of Dad's drug deals. He had Mom teach me how to stay tight so they thought they were getting a virgin – or something close to one. I was pretty young." So I understand," I said, grinding my teeth a little."Finally, Dad had me strap down my boobs to look younger. He couldn't afford to get them reduced – even at your clinic," she. As he sat down, the smile slipped from his face. He thought about the idea that had occurred to him the night before. Could he bring Carl back? He sat there transfixed by the thought. He would dearly love to see his son again. What about the Edgar Alan Poe story, what was the name of it? Cat's Paw? It did not matter. Ugh! What a disgusting thought. Bring him back in his decomposed state or as a mindless body? He shook involuntarily. No, that did not have to be the way it worked. He had total. So to check his drinking capacity I took him to a nearby pub and we started drinking. I realized this guys is a fun to be with and he turns out to be really interesting one after a couple of pegs.But as you know it’s not so cheap to get drunk in a pub so next time I invited him over my apartment. Yes I live alone and I enjoy living alone. So it was Friday evening and we started drinking and chatting and smoking and then I thought of playing a comedy movie on my projector and awesome bass.