It had been in days and only then did I realize just how murderous I felt inside, more than ready to submit to my cravings, to release the beast withi.... When had I last fed? Four days? Or was it six? And why hadn't I? Was it caution? Fear? Sheer repulsion? I can answer yes to all three, but I'd be lying to you. Let's just say, I was saving myself, starving myself to be exact, for a wondrous meal, dessert possibly included. But let me tell you honestly, that my will was weak and my nature too. After we got our work cleared up, he pulled out of me and I got up to enter his bathroom to get cleaned. I gave him a kiss as I left and lit up a cigarette on my drive to my next client. Velvet:I was dancing at a club in Seattle for two nights and Stanley had driven me there as usual. I was given a paid hotel room and had entertained two clients on the first day and was currently giving a blow job to one of the men for whom I had done a private room dance. He had been one of my porn fans and. ." said Wa-Wa, a testingtambour in his bassin voice. He wanted to jostle a response out of Ivana, she knew this as well as hedid. However, choosing professionalism over allowing her emotions, sheignored the comment, pretending to be too focused on checking his reflexes. "Brunettes be ah proper meal in ma book, though" continued Wa, his voiceeven more challenging. "Been havin me a hankerin fo one fo a long minutenow..." Again, Ivana ignored him. Crude nigger, she thought, biting her. I never liked them. I always wanted bigger ones and obviously your father wanted bigger ones too.”She took my hand and asked, “Shell we go up to the bathroom or skip the water and just go into my bedroom? Either way you can play with them as long as you want too.”I said, “I got to play with her pussy too.”She smiled and said, “I know you played with her pussy and that she offered you sex too on your next visit. Well I can offer you all of that and you don’t have to wait for a visit…you live.