about, what’s ticking in my head in my time of need. Once I started recovering and while I was loafing at home convalescing, all I could think about was cock, Luther, cum, Luther and cock and getting bred by cock like a bitch. In fact it had gotten so bad, that I lost my job because I didn’t show up for a week. Then when I did turn up the next, I didn’t have my mind on job and couldn’t concentrate. So I went to "Buckley’s" ("Buckley’s Rooster Club" a GBLT club), for a drink