My own taste makes my head swim. Then she really gets to work on me--licking, sucking, biting, fisting, fucking me with her toes, fucking me with hou...sehold objects, using a plug-in vibrator so I can't just hope that she'll have to stop when the battereis wear down. With the gag muffling everything, I'm totally free to cry out and shout and scream as loud as I have to.Then when I'm soaked in sweat and exhausted and trembling and slippery between my thighs from all my squirting, she stretches. And all the while the top bosses wonder why the meals their places produce have such a bad reputation.' Brian chewed over and digested this monologue whilst similarly chewing over and digesting his burger. Lowering his food and wiping his hands on a paper napkin, he reached out his right hand and rested it gently on Kyle's left wrist. `I'm glad you shared that with me,' he said softly, `And it is good that you give such issues so much thought. But please, will you do something for me.'. I just wish to speak to you."The speaker was a woman. She was sitting at a table deep under the vines that covered the trellis. She was tall from what I could make out in the fading light of the day and the shade of the courtyard and its surroundings, and she looked attractive. She was sipping a drink while she waited for my response.My eyes flickered quickly over the area. I spotted at least two men who were obviously her bodyguards. They were dressed in black suits and they had black. No one spoke as each of them glanced up at Joe for barely a second, then stared blankly at the rough plank floor in front of Joe’s feet.With his closest friends in the whole world looking up at him briefly, all with solemn looks on their faces, Joe choked back his emotions. Then with one last glance toward Eli, he took a deep breath.“I almost stood up before Moses did, but I couldn’t make my feet move. Moses said some things that helped me say the things I want to say. What he said didn’t make.