A dance outfit?" I have to..." Gina mumbled, lowering her head, and as she did, hersilky black hair draped over her face. "Leotards and everything?"...he nodded. "I bet it thrills you to hear it..." Honey, don't be ashamed of your body. We designed you to be aknockout; I bet you look great in one," Marita said. "Do you need aride?" Thanks, no, I'm a big fan of the Transit Authority," Gina said,starting up her stairs again."Come down and talk to me later, won't you?" Is that an order?" No ...I. I've got some great ideas. It really won't be that expensive." Where are you going to live?" I don't know we'll probably rent somewhere while we save for a deposit." Live here. You can pay me rent." But we couldn't possibly afford this place." Oh I think you could, if you didn't have to save." Now you've got me confused." It's simple, really. You live here pay rent to my agent. I put the money into an account and in three years or so, when you want to move on, or I want to come back, I give you. Henry Hawkins at a hundred and fifty a week, all expenses paid. It was like a dream come true; Sarah was fearful of waking up and finding herself back in Blackjack with all those coarse, uninteresting people, listening to them talk of bits and derricks and barrels of oil until she died of old age, penniless and still stuck in that God-forsaken hole in the Mojave Desert.But it was indeed all real, not something she had fantasized out of sheer desperation. She had gone to see Mr. Hawkins, riding. My soft cock flopped out of her open hole. Her sphincter instinctively clenched, forcing a stream of my cum out of her pucker and down her leg. I had no words. Just stood there and took in the whole sight.She lifted up and looked over her shoulder at me and grabbed the rubber cock in her hand again. Then with a little grin on her face said “Next time, you get to try it.”*** I Lost!It appears my wife found my double headed quarter in the back of my closet. I should have hid it better.A big grin.