“I just want you,” she repeated seductively. “I want you to fuck me, I want you to shoot your load deep inside me, I want you to fucking put a b...by in me, Randy.”Huh. Upping the dosage this much makes a desire for pregnancy. Either that or this was a particular fetish of hers. Either way, noted.Ophelia pulled on the belt of her housecoat and shrugged it off, revealing she was naked underneath. Completely naked, shamelessly rubbing herself off while biting her lip and staring hungrily at my. She probably thinks they're keeping me out of mischief, which as I could be cruising the streets and giving blow-jobs through holes in the walls of restrooms is probably true.Anyway today Willow and Kennedy invited me for another picnic and on the way I updated them (without giving too many details) on my lack of anal virginity. Willow near crashed the car in shock and Kennedy looked so lust filled that I'm surprised she didn't whip into the back seat and ravage me there. Turns out she'd be. If I may say aswell... Having meet you... well... your key span..." Again he paused.Alex prodded. "My... 'key span?' You mean how many notes I can span withmy hand?"The man cleared his throat, yet again, "Yes, sir. It's just that...well... after seeing how... petite... you are... Your key span is quiteimpressive."Petite. Seriously? This guy working at a car rental desk in the middleof the night just called him, petite? Alexander just shook his head. Hehad two choices - 1) Tell this guy that he. Black, who could it be? Entering the room was Mr. Harris. Instead of his usual suit he wore a tight black T-shirt, leather pants and studded cuffs on his wrists. "Ms. Black, who is this?" he asked. I knew he could tell who I was. I didn't look that much different and he must have known about this. "Tell his your name, dear." Ms. Black said. "I'm Melanie." I said. It was becoming a conditioned response. "Sir. Address the man as 'Sir. '" "My name is Melanie, Sir." "Such a pretty name.