He was wearing a flowing dress that flapped in the wind, revealing a massive dragon underneath that resembled a garden hose.'Who are you?' Manny asked...the seven-foot tall beast. 'I thought we all evolved already.''How dare you, pygmy man. I have an MPA.' The African swept Manny's items and computer off the desk.'You mean MBA nigger?' Manny asked.'No my friend.' He pulled his flappy robe off. 'Master in Penile Arts. Mine is from the lost jungles of Africa. I penile fenced monkeys to hippos and. There were about four hookers left, not excluding Grace and Gloria, and they were busy satisfying their clients. The sexfight had given Grace much publicity but some of the guests were still hard-nosed Gloria fans. There were a few shouting matches which amused the crowd, some women, even in the 60s, had to be separated to prevent them from coming to blows. Fights were not uncommon in these evenings of sex and champagne but it was most often between the young hookers. This evening was not going. I helped her pull down the pant. She was wearing a white pantie matching to her bra. There was a wet spot on the pantie. It proved that she enjoyed my touches. She pulled down the pantie too and let it fall on her ankles. She sat down again and opened her legs.“Are you happy now?”, she asked with an enchanting smile.I almost forgot my previous objective when her smile shone upon my eyes. I shook my head and recovered my mind.“Oh? You are still unsatisfied?”, Khusboo asked as she saw me shaking. ”Maddi’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “How can I go on without you, Robert? We’ve been together every day for a month. My body needs you.”“I brought you a little gift,” he said as he handed her a box.“I don’t want a gift,” she said firmly. “I want your cock. I need you to fuck me like the shameless slut you’ve made me. What am I going to do without you taking care of me every day?”“This will help,” he said, holding out a package.Maddi hesitated but took the box. She opened it to find a.