Maybe it was just some k**s pulling pranks! She opened the door slightly and peered around the edge when the tall young black clerk from the adult sto...e stepped in front of her. "What the hell....? Jessica exclaimed, astonished at seeing him at her house. "You left this at the store," as he thrust the tube of Astroglide towards her, pushed open the front door, stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Jessica was so surprised at his presence at her home that she was unable to prevent his. I was happy although I lost. Next day after school I waited for him by his locker. “Hey Jimmy” I said with a horny smile on my face “so I lost… congrats on your win… so what will you have me do” I stood there twisting my hair in my hand, I felt so good, even if he wanted me to fuck the whole football team at this point I would. All he said to me with his handsome smile “Meet me by the barnyard today at 6 and I will tell you what to do” “Ok” is all I said as I hopped happily away. It was 3pm. Dave Keelson drifted in and out of consciousness as he lay on that lumpy mattress. Well, that was his name, but he didn’t remember that fact. Actually, he didn’t remember anything. He had no idea where he was, who he was, or how he’d gotten to wherever this place was. In his mind, he was born this age about ten minutes ago. Sure, he could think, had cognitive thoughts in his brain, and could form words in his mind, but not much else. Oh wait. There was something else on the periphery of his. Southerner. 'You've done this kind of thing before?'He was sat on a red leather sofa, watching the stage with mild interest, a short, slender man with an unremarkable face and dull, brown hair. Mr. Southerner's appearance rarely drew attention, and this effect was only heightened by his grey suits, which seemed to be the only clothes he owned. Today however it was harder still to pay much attention to the pimp because of the man next to him. Mike was everything his employer wasn't: tall,.