My imagination associated her voice to the sexy young woman from the certificate. Maybe for some occasion, Janet would buy me something equivalent.Sat...rday morning, Janet came out of the bathroom, her hair freshly coiffed. "What should I wear? Should I bring anything?" They didn't say. But you look terrific just the way you are." She'd chosen a white blouse and modest dark blue skirt that hung past her knees.During the drive to the studio's address, I didn't tell Janet about the up-sells. And I was in the samehouse as a man who offered friendship and help, which was more than Iwas getting back in the City. It was over with my girlfriend becauseshe felt I was going nowhere. My barely had contact with male friendsbecause I had chosen to try to make a living as a writer, which none ofthem understood. My parents despaired of me. My father had told me atthe Christmas we had together a month before: "Come back when you aremarried and have a real job."As if to reaffirm my thoughts,. .Mistress." Ah, I likedthat! His porn habits put to good use."Of course you do. Get to it then, Billy." He moved up and stuck hisface in between my spread legs. It was nice but the hose was in theway. Well, best to make use of the thin covering before getting rid ofit."Come up here and kiss me now, Billy. That's it, lay on top of me Iwon't break." He eagerly made his way up and I spread my legs wide andwrapped them around him. "Hmm, that's it baby," I breathed into hismouth. "Feel our cocks. I wanted to scream and yell and moan, and he did too, but we were aware we were still in a public restroom. We tried our best to be quiet through it all, and when he was finished shooting his load into me, he collapsed on my back and all I could hear was the two of us breathing heavily. I felt his warm breath all of my right shoulder as he desperately tried to regain his composure.Blam, blam, blam, “This is the manager. Open the door please!"We both stood up straight and scrambled to get.