You better not be lying to me, you slut. And dressed like that. It looks like you have been out fucking. Have you?" No, Brad. I have not been out fuck...ing other men." You better not. If I catch you fucking other guys, I will... I... I will..." You will what, Brad?" If you haven't been out fucking, why are you dressed like a slut? And where is your bra?" It didn't go with this top, Honey."She was really into this. I stomped back into the bedroom. I was walking around the bed in a 'frenzy'.I. I could give a blow job that would make a man see God.”“Really?” I inquired much too eagerly.“Oh, yes,” she beamed, seeming to forget the intent of the conversation. But hey, who was I to stop this broad if she wanted to elaborate? “It’s a combination of how my tongue swirls around a man’s cock, how I fit the head in my throat, and how my hands fondle his balls while I slip a finger into his anus. I was able to charge more for a blow job than for letting a man fuck my ass, especially when I let. The strain of the move had taken a toll on Ray as he collapsed on the floor both Nali and Elizabeth screaming. ‘Odd,’ Ray thought as the darkness took him. ‘It sounded like two distinct voices. It was a few hours later when Ray had finally clawed his way back to the surface that he was finally able to open his eyes. Elizabeth was there wiping his face, "Thank goodness you woke up the transfer in solid form took so much of your energy." She told him as she sighed in relief. "Wait," Ray suddenly. I saw my world coming to an end. Thoughts of suicide were next. I couldn’t see how I was to live in a world with out Gary. I spent the rest of the day and night in a trance like state. I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep, I didn’t even exist. Then the phone rang. I almost killed myself getting to it, praying it was Gary. It wasn’t. It was Pete. So far Gary had not called his home, but Pete had an idea. “I can’t promise he would ever love you again,” Pete started, “but I think I have an idea to keep.