...When I drove back into town I started to pass that big Dubai Media Center building, where Dubai TV News is made, and got an eyeful hottest piece of... ass I'd ever seen in my whole fucking life! She was bending over, putting something in the back of one of those black Harley Davidson trucks. I decided to pull into the car park for a closer look at the seductive vision I was sure I'd be jerking off to when I got home.I passed some billboard signs of some of their stars, one was of that sultry. Mercifully, he released his grip and his shaft slid noisily outof my mouth with a slurp and a pop. A stream of saliva stretchedbetween my lips and his cockhead, and I smiled wickedly as I caught mybreath again.I wrap my lips around the tip again, and begin to lick the slit andswirl my tongue around the crown, wanting to feel it deep in my mouthagain, when I hear her key in the lock. My thoughts run wild: "Wait!She's not supposed to be home so early! And here I am on my kneesbefore Mr. Jones,. ”“It is not! It is a choice! Those people chose to be gay!”“Really? Let me ask you a question, Reverend Marcy. How old were you when you chose to be straight? And what was the reason why you chose to love men and not to love women?”“I didn’t choose! It’s the way I am! The way God made me!”“So, you didn’t choose? You were born that way?”“Exactly!” Marcy Jones was triumphant for all of about two seconds.“So, if it wasn’t a choice for you, why do you think it is a choice for anyone else? What. Caleb was pretty good friends with Henry Ackerman, who ran the hotel. Maybe he was worth talking to about who payed the bill.That evening after supper time, but before Henry would have gone to bed, Caleb knocked at his door. "Henry, open up. It's Caleb Jackson. I need ta talk ta ya without rousing the whole town."Henry opened the door and said, "Come in, Caleb. Man, I'm glad ta see ya. I hear ya got a might of trouble with the law." There was the usual shaking of hands and backslapping for a.