The room s perfectly air conditioned and the floor to ceiling windows offers a magnificent top floor view of the smog-shrouded city of Los Angeles.It ...s in moments like this you have to pinch your arm and remind yourself of who you really are.Then again, there isn't really that much to remember.Your name is John Smith. And yes, your parents are the two most boring people on earth, and not just for naming like an alias in in a hotel register.But your bland name suits you quite well though,. ’ ‘Oh you naughty boy,’ she giggled, and stood to be kissed. Bernie obliged. ‘Call me Leigh.’ ‘Um how will Dyan handle that?’ ‘Politely I would hope. I take it by that remark you’re already found my daughter has a quick-ignition.’ ‘Yes, it’s refreshing. The task though is for her to increase her chances of being either correct or justified when she blows.’ ‘That is a very discerning comment Bernie. Please come in. These flowers are lovely.’ ‘That tells me they have come to the right home.’. Why was she never satisfied? This was not what her dreams promised – this was a nightmare, which wasn’t over yet.She was grabbed and blind-folded.“You are a prick-teasing mare, who must be taught a lesson” said a soft voice from somewhere close by. It sounded like the ‘goat’ man? “An indisciplined mare needs a strong stallion to teach her how to behave,” said the freaky voice.The sound of cloven hooves and ‘clip clop’ sounds again startled her. What was more scarey now was the sound of . . .. One kiss and I take Alan home... he's drunk as can be now anyhow. That will be my excuse. One kiss and we are out of here.She touched her lips to David's and, instead of revulsion, she found the feeling extraordinary. As soon as their lips touched, David began to move his lips in ways Alan had never done. Chill-bumps instantly broke out all over Joyce. The pot and the kiss combined to make her almost swoon again. Mental pictures of the black man in the calendar with his long, dark cock rushed.