Chapter 18

"Is that..." he stammered in asking.

His iris was being distorted while his lips were deliberately garbled and sifted impurities from what he had seen. From those puffy spherical jellylike hollow photosensitive organs, followed by a thick line of hairs in the upper part of a steep eye and down to the kissable edge fleshy labium beneath the nose bridge, he did not doubt that it was truly his ogling idol, Gregory Wayle.

Gregory's titillating trunk alarmed him with an imminent sharp intimation, so he merely stupefied and gazed, unable to move his legs much, catching his breath several times and being timorous from a timid disposition while worrying a lot that he might be caught.

"Damn! What is fucking Gregory doing here? Is he will be the client? No way!" he puts a mark on his head.

"Hey," his hunk idol called his attention and lifted closer to him, while he couldn't form any phrases in his mind as he was being perplexed.

Then, Gregory made a quick leftward motion of the head, expressin