”Slamming it deep, he choked out, “Oh fuck, my dick feels so damn good plowing you up the ass. Squeeze it as hard as you can, you gorgeous, round...heeled slut.”“Damn, the investigators said that they had been told by all the your free tricks, that you love getting it up the ass, and it sure as hell looks like they were dead right about that.” Groaning with passion he went on, “The closest thing to real gratification I have found, over the years, has come from fucking married babes. In the. I got a phone call one Saturday morning with Karl complaining how long the work was taking. ‘Karl , I am working on my own with limited tools and limited cash..What do you want for the money? ‘ Karl instantly calmed down on the phone as he could guess I would walk from the job if he pissed me off. He knew he would not get anyone professional for the peanuts he was paying me . On the Monday I noticed someone had been in the house by the way things were left, but there was no break in and the. So the next day, I mentioned to Brittany that Aaron could give her a professional massage at half the cost since he was my friend. Brittany barely knew Aaron so she had some reservations. "Where does he work?" she asked."He has his own business that he runs from his own house," I lied. “He’s really good.”She actually agreed fairly easily, and internally, I was SUPER excited. The plan might fail. But it might also succeed. The next Saturday, Brittany and I arrived at Aaron's apartment. He sat. For a moment, I actually felt like I might cry.“It’s perfect,” I whispered, turning to him. “Really. It’s more than I could’ve hoped for...” I sighed, “I just—I don’t know how to repay you, Peter.”“Hey, don’t sweat it.”He smirked, and set his hand on my hip. I let him. Right then, right there, it felt right with him, and I actually kind of liked it.“And look, about what I said earlier, Pens. I uh, I didn’t mean to—““...I’ll do it,” I murmured.He stiffened. The words hung in the air, as.