He was telling me 'up and down up and down.' He had his hands all tangled in myhair and he was pumping his dick in my mouth. I felt it was such a chor...e and I couldn't imagine myself ever coming back to his room after tonight. I remember thinking of the friends I could stay with. I remember having my head forced down on his crotchand not being able to breathe. I remember having a little more than I could handle in my mouth and then him pushing - forcing - even more in my mouth. I started to gag. She's caught him already and turned him into stone. So that's theend of all their fine ideas about him! Pooh! Who's afraid of Aslan?"And he stood there gloating over the stone lion, and presently he didsomething very silly and childish. He took a stump of lead pencil out ofhis pocket and scribbled a moustache on the lion's upper lip and then apair of spectacles on its eyes. Then he said, "Yah! Silly old Aslan! Howdo you like being a stone? You thought yourself mighty fine, didn't you?"But in. I almost gave up on my search when I got a response that proved promising. Instead of me interviewing him, he was interviewing me to find out if my wife was good enough to be his bitch. After exchanging some pictures he told me to give him her number so he could start chatting with her. A few minutes later, my wife's phone started buzzing and I told her "honey, you have a text." She picked up her phone and said, oh my. She didn't look at me or tell me anything, she was just going back and forth. " It has a nasty habit of catching you unawares Jen so just take it easy OK?" OK spoil sport."We all sat around the big outdoor table and eating and talking, Jess had put the stereo on and the soft music coming through the window added to the atmosphere. No birthday is complete without a cake and Jess had done me real proud, a double layer chocolate cake with butter icing and eighteen candles on top.We all sat around talking, Jess and Sally hit it off and of course the subject had to be the.