Can I help, somehow?Just — just let me finish — okay, help me up?Of course.Careful, Zane. The circle is closed. Cross it at your peril.What the he...l does that mean?She grinned as she straightened in front of him. I have no idea. My mother used to tell me that.You, sweetie, are a bad woman.Oh, no, I'm a great woman. I'm a bad witch.I have no points of comparison.Just as well. Zane, it's important that we do this right. I'm not joking about crossing the line. We'd miss the rendezvous, and have to. " Is it that bad?" Oh no. It's the best restaurant in town. Just bear in mind town," I grinned. "Not much in the way of quiet-tables-for-two. It's the land of huge round-tops. Think of a big trough. And a whole lot of pigs." So I take it we can expect to be greeted at the door by the titular personage, dressed in a tux?" Huh?" I was confused. "Oh. Naw. You're joking, right? Listen, Frank, I think the place was named after the physiological condition of its patrons."Mom's turn to battle. I would lift my shirt then drop it back down. Turn around and rub my butt then lift it up my shirt again, this time I took it off, turned and threw it to him. He took it and sniffed it, then rubbed his cock with it like it was some kind of miracle lotion.The site of him doing that made me harder than I remember ever being, my cock pressing tight in my jeans. I turned towards him rubbing my hard-on, undoing the top button then slowly unzipping the jeans. I spread the fly to let my package show.. . amazing! Cassie: Thank you, so do I get to see what you look like? Brad: Is that really you? (Brad puts his picture up) Cassie: Yes, you are very good looking Brad: Thanks, Cassie? Hope you don't mind but can you show a few more pictures, I've had a bad experience online Cassie: Sure (changes pictures), what happened? Brad: Some guy, pretended to be a girl to blackmail me, I guess that's what happens when you are a millionaire! Cassie: A... a... millionaire? Brad: Yes,.