" Good. If you change your mind, and you really fucking should, I'vegot at least eight guys for this weekend. A lot of repeats, includingyour boy Xa...ier, have been asking for you. It's all set up - thetricks, the room, the blow. If we turn the eight into twelve you'rewalking away with four figures easy. Think about it."Xavier and his big, beautiful black cock. The fucking mind games withthis guy."I will." You're a whore, Kristy. You can't hide that from me."Such a fucking asshole. . . somebody real, somebody I ought not to, somebody forbidden. My housemate’s fiance, a colleague from my office, my manager maybe, the fruitseller, the salesman, my doctor..I stuck with the image of Shamboo in his botanical garden. I was picking pace with my stroking. I put my housemate with him in my fantasy. She is about 27 years of age, her figure is quite elegant like a vase. Her complexion pale, her hair is long, straight and silky. She has big eyes and she wears thick mascara.. I coax her. ‘I wonder if I should say something?’ ‘God this boy’s got magic hands… ummmm..it feels so good’ ‘I deserve to feel good after today. My useless husbands never home, and even when he is he never treats me this good.’ ‘James is such a nice boy anyway, and so handsome too. If I was a little younger I could see myself being attracted to him.’ ‘Ummm… .shit this feels so good… ‘ What I didn’t know was that my massage was turning Mrs. Shannon on even more than she knew. ‘Oh my god… my pussy’s getting. It was three weeks into September, yet the humidity was still causing him to sweat through his lightened blue buttoned down dress shirt. He had opened up the restraining neck collar as well as unbuttoned the next top two buttons of the sharp blue shirt to reveal a white cotton undershirt that clung to his neck.The man straightened himself up off the door as his daughter jogged up toward him. “Hello girls,” he greeted with a patient but inviting wave,” Did you have a good practice?”Frank Bradley.