I spread my legs some more and she moved into the space between my legs. I could feel her hands roving up to my chest and her nipples brushing against...my crotch. I loved the feeling of her breasts dangling around my cock tip. I felt animalistic, wanting to grab her hips again and fuck her hard but I took another deep breath and let her do her magic. I got so lost in the feeling that the only sound I remember hearing next is her stroking my cock hard and fast. It was as if a teenager stroking. The man I spoke to said it wasextremely demeaning. I understood. "She was insistent, demandedhumiliating answers in front of everyone. She asked if I received myenema before she did the lubrication. She enjoyed it so much. I hateLeanne."Jessica nodded in acknowledgment. "I have heard that Leanne is cold andvery cruel. I was told that she cares nothing for the men she turnsinto wives. But I know that you really aren't a man at all," Jessicasaid. "I will be here to help you tomorrow and. "No, not really. The ad executive took me out to dinner, and then he got called back to the office before I could earn my money."Gerri has four or five regular clients. There's the managing partner, the rock musician, the rich young playboy, and the ad executive, who is her least favorite. There's also the private dick, I guess, although I don't really pay enough to be considered a client."Lucky you," I said."I suppose. So you have some new pictures?" Yep. Took them this afternoon on Sparkle. Moving her hand faster she felt the buildup go throughout her body and when her climax came; she let out a low moan. When she came back to herself, she got out of the tub and walked wet and naked into her bedroom carrying the wine bottle. Laying down on her bed; she brought the covers up to her chin and fell asleep. Cherry was dreaming; someone is in the room with her. He lifts her head gently and slips something over her eyes. "Cherry, wake up..." a soft masculine voice croons. Cherry opens.