Proof of a job well done. Tamil sex You were on the sofa and you were…you were fucking that boy!”
“Oh that? Come see me now.”
Dott washed his face, mustered his courage, and made his way to the old man’s office, still uncertain of what he would do. But, my dear Simon, it wasn’t sex. “O…Okay Dana,” he said with a trembling voice. “Look Dott, you really don’t want to go making a big stink about things do you? Just open your mouth and I’ll do the rest.”
The girl slumped. “You…You can call me Simon if you want.”
“Nooooo. So no, wasn’t an ounce of intimacy. Wouldn’t Father Fontane and Hayden be happy? And if it did count, you’d be as guilty as me.”
“What?”
“You hold cocksuckers’ heads, don’t ya? But, can we
