“Don’t ask for the key, Vivan. I’m not giving it to you at all. Now, once again..what!?” She asked him as he closed in and crossed her arms ov...r her breast. She was wearing a long-sleeved nighty and a headcover then.Vivan was sitting on her bed.“I’m sorry about what I did to you last time, Hamida. We were alone, it was a cold night, and at your age even after bearing four kids, you’re still beautiful beyond any of my imaginations. I can only imagine how beautiful you looked like when Arav met. I reckon it was nine inches long, LIMP."Do what yer gotta DO, baby" he said. His voice had dropped about two octaves.I nuzzled his cock and began to lick round the head. It began to harden in my mouth. As It stiffened it moved out, away from his thigh and into my face. I licked my way down the shaft and took his shaved balls into my mouth. He groaned and stroked my hair.His might penis creaked into life. I was up close but I swear there must have been about a FOOT of cock. Okay, allow for. I met this punk in a bar... yeah kind of a seedy hook-up bar, there'slots of them here in LA. He told me his name - but who the fuck cares. Heis just how I like them, acting more badass than he is, hot body, hotlooks, thin - almost skinny, a little rough on the edges, but within aminute you see that that is all just affectation. The boy is really not thestreet-wise thug he wants to seem. We chat. He is visiting from (again... who the fuck cares?),somewhere. He wants to be in the movies. I do. “Well, as this is your first visit to a pleasure-palace, I suppose all this is a lot to take in, isn’t it, Marcus?” Raquel asked him.Marcus nodded, staring back at the gaggle of hundreds of gorgeous women who all seemed desperate to want to go upstairs with him and fuck his brains out.“Well Marcus, with that in mind, your uncle has arranged for something very special for you upstairs,” Raquel explained.Marcus looked to me again; I simply nodded, smiling, trying to reassure him. Perhaps Marcus.