“No. What did it cost you?”
“A blowjob.”
“Giving or receiving?” I swung my feet onto the steps and stumbled unsteadily down to the floor. My silk robe hung from the hook next to the door. I slipped it on for warmth, not modesty. Looking down I could see my hard n*****s clearly outlined under the thin silk.
“Receiving. Who knew that a big fucker like Diesel doesn’t only like getting sucked off by a sissy boy, but likes sucking off sissy boys?”
I blinked at him. “Not me, certainly.” I shifted my stance a little bit and realized something. “And no, my cunt isn’t sore.”
“Huh. I woulda thought that it would be.”
“Why?”
“You were having some pretty wild dreams. I wasn’t spying on them, but you were broadcasting them pretty strongly. I tried to block them out, but those were some wild f***
