You better have $500 by the time I get back here. Or else…’ Jimbo climbed back in the Imperial and drove off towards the Lloyd Center. Drying her ...yes, Leah tried to think of how to turn enough tricks to make that kind of cash on a dead night like this. She wanted to go back to the crib Jimbo kept for his girls and just sleep for once, but that was not an option. It was almost 2:30 AM now and the streets were becoming dangerous. The traffic was slacking off again. The prospect of finding a few. The bartender said he was going to close early because it was so dead, so I drank up and left. As I walked out to the parking lot I noticed another car parked right next to mine. It was Danny. I walked over and stood beside his open window. "What happened to Trish?' I asked. "I took her home. She was falling asleep," he said, a little disgusted. "I was hoping she would take care of this for me, but she was too drunk." That's when I noticed his hard cock sticking up out of his unzipped jeans. Of course, the longer the time lasted, the more I began to indulge my dirtier fetishes. Things always started relatively tame. Traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it went. And then I got to my biggest fetish, the one I tried to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I dated……strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these videos,. Once in the bedroom, clothing quickly became optional, and we settled back onto my bed. The evening sun was setting, and a warm glow suffused the room as the last rays cast their light. I held Melody and Jane close and simply snuggled into their warm bodies. It was comfortable, and the mood was one of shared quiet and loving warmth. I gently kissed and caressed each woman, and they in turn slid hands over my body and returned the kisses with ardor.As I was kissing Melody, Jane kissed her way.