We had ordered in and the smell of stale Papa John's mingled with our sweat. I had to take a piss and as I went out of my office, I asked Jess to copy... the draft on my computer onto her flash drive. The file was too big to email...in hindsight I should have used the office intranet.When I got back from the men's room, Jess had a funny look on her face. I had a cold sweat and thought "OH SHIT!" I knew what the problem was. I had a porn site running in one window of my desk top. I didn't say. "What exactly do you for a living." I offer support for people who have problems coping with aspects of their lives." What aspects?" Whatever they tell me about." Whatever?" Mostly things they have a problem coping with that they haven't been able to get help with. Often it's personal problems. I don't do their plumbing for them or teach them to drive. I give them coping skills or at least a little respite where they can talk to someone who will listen and be on their side." How often are these. ”Being an expert cock sucker, Joe took the entirety of Craig’s dick in his mouth, working it slowly until the entirety was in his mouth, gagging slightly. Craig had never felt anyone pleasure him as well as the white man on his knees was doing. His pink lips were tightly stretched around his dark dick, with good stroke action. A chronic masturbater, Craig much preferred the sight before him over his hand. He put his hands behind his head and watched as his dick shone with Joe's saliva. The two. He’d take Natali and beat the truth out of her. Perhaps he’d spice things up and give her a chance to fuck her way out of the beating? Challenges always spurred his djinn to greater efforts.The front door swung open and revealed ... an empty hallway. “Bozhe moi, “ the old Russian curse, “My God,” slipped out. This was impossible; his djinn could not disobey an order. Natalie was the single most reliable thing in his life. She was like gravity.The thudding of his heart competed with the whisper.