I know you can’t hold that big thing back that long. Just use protection and never do it to hurt me.”“Andie, I...”“Charlie, can’t you see ... trust you and I’m already falling for you. Now go or I’ll become too weak to resist you, and lose my cherry before we even get started.”We hugged and I felt my Angels begin to warm up. Evidently Andie felt them too.“Your two little black angels feel like they’re heating up. Why is that and what are they for, anyway?” she asked as she leaned back.She reached. I want the ring . . . andI will gladly pay you twenty-five golds for it."Twenty five! That was indeed more than I expected for such a piece ofjewelry as a simple silver woman's ring.If he was willing to pay that much, perhaps he'd pay me double that, ortriple, or-"Twenty-five is all you'll get," he interrupted me from my thoughts."Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure I can't get more from somewhere else?" Because," he said. "To anyone else it's hardly worth the silver its made from, but to me it. This doesn't mean that Mr. Ponce was in any way a femme. He was actually quite masculine. Maybe it was that his living room was painted turquoise. Or, maybe it was the way he slowly walked me to my car after every piano lesson. I couldn't be sure. But, I had known that Mr. Ponce was gay for years even though it was something neither of us had ever discussed.He knew all about my... adventures with other men, and I regularly asked him advice on how to turn someone down or how to show someone that. I fucked her in the ass at least once a week. After a while, we didn't need any lubrication, in fact; she liked it better without any. If she was a nymph, I was her satyr!So, the months passed, and I rented Sami Jo a van to bring her stuff home from college. I had promised her a job working for me at the time she started college, provided she maintained a solid B average. She actually had a 3.77gpa, better than my grades coming out of the same college she just graduated from.She called me.