Tom dropped me off at home, I thanked him for taking me to the club, and for being so supportive generally, and I went to bed right away. The next day...my head was whirling with all the previous night’s memories. My ears were still ringing from the noise; I needed to remember to bring something to deaden the sound next time.I called Tom.“Hi.”“Hi Leica. How you feeling?”“Okay, a little dazzled by last night’s excitement, but fine.”“Have you called any of your admirers yet?”“What? No! Are you. Plus, she has her own hotel room anyway." Well, good," Bob said. "Glad she's having fun over there in Euro-land. You watch her like she's yours, okay?" Goes without saying, Bob. You want to talk to her?" Love to."There was the sound of a phone being shuffled around, and more background noise from what sounded like the middle of the departure hall at Hartsfield International on the day before Thanksgiving."Hey, daddy," Erica said into the phone."Hey, baby. Enjoying yourself?" Oh, yeah. Paris is. “That’s kinda what I want. Something new, something different. That series was essentially one guy doing a bunch of different women. But I wanna try the opposite, one woman but scene after scene of her doing different guys.”And suddenly, I remembered crying at Pete’s front door. And the last fucking hate filled disgusting thing he said to me as I stood there crying. As I was using all of my willpower to avoid falling to my knees. “Heck, maybe even start a new series of ‘Handjob Queen’ videos. I. His cock was engorged and complaining just at the thought of how it would feel when he was fully inside her. Kelly loved the way Richard was going so slowly, but at the same time was so turned on, so impatient she just wanted to pull down his boxers and pull him into her. But she was scared because this was her first time, she didn’t want to do anything wrong, and she enjoyed the control Richard had over her. Richard began to pull his finger out and back in, and teased her clit with his thumb..