She’s always been Ray’s favorite singer. He takes off his apron, turns off the stove and comes around into the living room where the two other men are already standing.The agent asks if he can sit. Gay sex Ray shivers and looks away. The warmth of it helps ease the returning tightness. He’s planted his shiny black boots firmly on the ground. Marcel pauses and Ray says: “We’ll submit to observation, agent. Is it soft on your back?”“It is,” Ray says, his voice breaks a little. “So we followed up and through the agency’s independent surveillance we found that you’re having sex an average of 0.75 times a week. His face wears the same in-transit expression that his partner’s did a few moments earlier.“Oh,” says Marcel. People lie.”The record crackles as the needle reaches the end of the disc. It takes a long time for them to catch their breaths again.Ray doesn’t look over at the agent, but from the stifled grunts, he can assume what’s just occurred.
