Tonguing his balls while his cock was all the way in my throat was probably my second favorite part. It was at this point that I pulled out my phone, ...pulled up the video camera and handed it to him. This was always the signal that it was time for the home stretch. I bobbed up and down on his cock (still going balls deep) for a couple minutes before pulling off and grabbing him by the base. I went back to "normal head" for a few minutes more, my fist wrapped around his cock and my lips joyously. Show me something you'd like for your birthday." OK. Go sit over there. You can see it when I've changed."I sat down and tried to look at things other than Jill. She kept looking over at me with a quizzical expression on her face, trying to believe it wasn't some cruel joke. She finally looked like she made up her mind, grabbed something off the rack, hid it from me and went into the changing rooms. She said something to the attendant and then got into a discussion with her. The attendant. Apart from that, blessedly, you seem okay. No injures outside of some soreness, and a bit of a headache but all in all healthy. Checking your pockets for anything useful, you find your raspberry chap-stick survived but is totally swamped with salt water. Yuck. Your phone is much the same way and now sports a wicked crack across its screen but it is in one piece. Of course it's dead and probably too waterlogged to function anyway, but it is something. Unfortunately your bag is nowhere to be seen. So I waited. Besides, its not as if I HAD to get to France. Africa might be interesting too. When you’re immortal you go where you’re blown sometimes. I was getting tired of getting just a little water and bread through a small hatchway though. Finally I heard the anchor fall one evening. I knew it was evening because I heard the crew discussing the ‘night’s feast’ they were about to go to. So when the hatch was opened later I pulled the man through and fed from him. He had given one squawk.