Anthony and Paula were just that. It had all started with Paula and a small tattoo on her hand of a smiling puppy face. Paula Wolfe had grown up on t...e mean streets of Detroit. Young, female and street wise, she had survived, moved to New York and Chicago. Always independent, she never allowed any male to own her and chose the freedom of single life. She laid and played by her choice, male and females. Now at the age of 42, she was being forced back into the streets among the homeless. She had. Now, more than ever, he wanted to fuck her. ‘What…what time do you get off work today, Ann?’ he asked. ‘Uh…five,’ Ann replied without thinking. ‘I’d like to have dinner with you this evening, Ann,’ he said. ‘I really think we need to discuss your possible promotion, don’t you?’ ‘I…I’m sorry, Mr. Lewis, I…I have other plans for tonight,’ Ann replied. ‘Maybe…maybe we can get together, you know, some…some other time?’ Mark frowned and shook his head. She still hadn’t gotten the picture. ‘OK, some. She got married... I got married. I thought it would be best if we... This was all a long time ago." Mom, I understand that sometimes we do things we don't want to for lots of reasons, because we think it's what we are supposed to do, or what we are expected to do, or think we need to do"Mom was on the verge of tears. I could see that the shame and the guilt of years of living a lie had taken a toll on her. I wanted to tell her what I knew, and I had come very close to blurting it out, but that. He looked into my eyes checking that his advances were still welcome, but all he could see in the half-light was my lust. He went to kiss me to see if I would turn away, I didn’t; a moment later I was tasting the red wine on his tongue. His fingers ran through my hair, the other hand stroking my cock though my shorts. Gently he pulled the fly zip down and reached inside. He gave a little gasp when he found it was only shorts I was wearing and he had so much room to play. His fingers caressed my.