I have responsibilities. I have a job. People depend on me.” Another pause. “I’ve had plenty of opportunities. Men hit on me; even women hit on ...e. But things are different now. I’m more selective in who I’m with; maybe too selective.” I interrupted her. “Sarah, you don’t have to say or explain anything. That was four years ago. You were a college student. We were living together. It was a different situation.” There was an awkward silence as I waited for her to say something. I was expecting a. Everyone in her family knew Kelly had a gift when she was growing up, but they didn’t know how extraordinary she was and no one really acted on it. Until the new art teacher at her new school, Mrs. Francis, wouldn’t stop gushing. Without her parents permission Mrs. Francis sent a few works off into the mail. A few weeks her Mrs. Francis's old college buddy came down to meet Kelly personally. After that, Kelly’s life was an avalanche. Mostly because there wasn’t much going on in the news. Inside it was pitch black other than what light a large TV screen over the entrance provided. It was also empty. I took out my dick and jacked it off for a while hoping for some company, but no one came in. Deciding to go try the arcade, I got up and left. Mirroring my entrance, just as I went out, a hunky black guy came in. Thinking it would be too obvious if I turned around and returned, I continued to the arcade.Here there was a lot more going on; several guys were standing in doorways of. I expect you to please and pleasure both me and my man.”The tone of her voice left no doubt that she meant what she said.Keri decided to take absolute control. “Take off all your clothes,” she commanded sitting in the only chair with me standing behind her, both of watching as he obeyed her, almost stumbling as he shook his feet out of his trousers and flung them to the floor.“Now stand with your back to the door and look straight ahead. Don’t look at me. Just look at my man.”Ignoring his.