Confessing to Miss Carson
“... and then I had to thank him and give him an envelope of cash,” gasping with the emotional torment of having to relate the events of the morning.
A smiling Miss Carson sits back at her desk chair as I complete the tale... feeling as if it is show and tell time in kindergarten.
“So you sucked a c**k. Not as nice as Jackie’s... so I understand why you’re upset. But c**k suckers... well... that’s what a good c**k suckers does... humbly giving.”
I want to scream, my revulsion interpreted as taking umbrage to the man’s appearance... that younger, better dressed.... perhaps more effeminate?.. I would have brought the man to climax with glee.
“And keep in mind you paid the man for the privilege, Ryan. It must make you feel deliciously low and depraved. But it co
