O was like I could not do that Lynn, besides I do not even know any black men. a few weeks more went by and Lynn did say much more about it then she w...s like Sarah Adam and I want you to come and go out with us. I was Lynn I could not do that he is your man. She told me is like sign as to good a lover a black guy is by how many white women that they are out with.A little later on I got a call on my cell thinking it was Lynn only to hear Adam's voice. Sarah Lynn says you are worried about three. You reach out and touch my wings and I arch my back and groan in ecstasy as you find one of my more sensitive spots, my breasts thrust out. You lean up and attach your hot lips to one of my breasts. I scream your name as I cum on your cock. Never stopping, your hands explore my body and wings. I’m moaning even louder and louder. You place your hands on my ass, lifting me and gently bringing me down onto your hard cock. I ease down, sighing as each inch fills my pussy. You fill me like I’ve. “You remember I spoke to Johnny Logan. Of course you do. Manager of the Racing Turds, Sonic Blue and Mary O’Connor.” “Mary O’Connor. She’s a kind of Irish folkie, ain’t she?” “Yes. Johnny Logan’s a top manager. He only deals with the big acts. He gets the huge multi-million dollar contracts. And he’ll represent anyone if they turn a profit. Johnny Logan’s not small fry like me.” “Yeah. Mary O’Connor. She’s fucking naff. I like Sonic Blue. They’re good. I got their CD. They’re a bit like… Fuck!. Not even in Rome would they have done this, she thought. They were all crazy... all crazy. As she walked, the flashing lights from the screen dimmed. She reached out for something to grab and steady herself in the darkness.The screen flickered a few more times and died. The film clip had ended. Half conscious, Janet felt a strong hand lift her and carry her across the room. She felt the man take a small step up onto the tiny stage that was covered with pillows directly below the screen that was.