What they fail to mention is that you had better lovedoing something that pays the bills, or you're gonna be in for a world ofhurt.That world of hurt ...is where I find myself most mornings. Forget aboutJulie Wells, she's a nobody. She's a bitch, but she's a friend. But theplace where I work is no friend to me. Projekt Katgut...an "inspired"name for this shop. Let me tell you about David Adams, my boss.David is as American as they come. Not like, native, but you know thekind of person I. His terror of her had morphed into a feeling of safety by food and a gentle caress. The long day, the stress of the evening, her failing body all conspired against Clara. She was falling asleep. Clara propped the legs of the recliner up, hugged the youngster to her and kissed his head. His mother’s eyes registered pleased surprise as Clara fell into a deep sleep. When Clara awoke the next morning her only thoughts centered on beating back the pain in her body. She staggered into her bedroom. “Yvonne, may I ask a simple question…how did you all come together here?"“Yes, we are very fortunate. It started about four years ago. Gwendolyn was the originator. Being a young girl in the sixties, when she hit fifty she realised that when a woman reached forty or fifty the world and the majority of men believed their sex drive shrivelled up and died. But the biological fact is that it increases. The problem she found was how to ‘keep going’ so to speak. So when she inherited this block in. The wet sucking and slurping sounds made by her eager mouth only enhanced my pleasure, giving me the impression that Barbara was truly enjoying what she was doing. Her only response was a muffled and apparently agreeable, “Uuuuuuuum,” as her hand deftly manipulated my balls, rolling the fleshy sacks in her slender fingers. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit,” I whimpered. In short order, I started bouncing my hips up and down, careless of the Barbara’s comfort, wanting only to get off. My cock tingled.