”“Come by the shop tomorrow and hang out with me.”“Oh, sure, I can hang.”“Perfect—oh and I forgot to mention, the boss won’t be there,...it’ll just be us.”“Oh?”“Yeah ... aaaaaand, if you’re really lucky...”“Yeah?”“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She hung up the phone and bit her lip. What she wanted to say was, “Maybe I won’t be wearing a bra and panties.” That would have totally hooked him, but she chickened out. Still, the thought of it stuck with her.‘Wow, that’d be hot. I’d go to town and no one. Especially as she would bevisiting a number of stores in Old Bond Street and the Knightsbridgearea. The trip was a little rushed but it would be a pleasure. A littlerushed because John had indicated a desire to be out of Hong Kong forthe period. A pleasure because she could show off to him what she knewof London, take him to a show or two, and include in those shows alittle visit to a strip joint she knew of, where she could reacquainthim with one of his bachelor party girls. One report that. Nobody ever said anything negative.Anyhow, Saturday, I’m sitting on a bench, Tommy having just left to go establish his male credentials by helping with grilled meats, and Terri slid onto the seat next to me. Cute young thing, is Terri. Disarming.“You like this, don’t you?” she asked.“Yeah, I do. Why do you ask?”“Oh, sometimes people get dragged in, and this is not their thing. Some people put up with us. We’re very strange. Different.”“It is different,” I agreed.“Sociology,” she said. “And. Oiled arse cheeks pulled wide. Fingers delving into my spasming sphincter. My cunt filled and stretched. Oiled and dripping as they rub against each other. Thrusting and insistent. Pinned atop their stiff digits. Skewered and sodden." "Fuck I'm hard. God, I need to see this." "Nooooo. Hades. Underworld. All eternity. Me. Oh God, the shades, they're becoming clearer. Merging. Forming. I can barely put one foot in front of the other. Men. Warriors. Musculature. Sweat sheened and battle grimed..