He still had absolutely no idea what this naked girl was going on about but eventually he just succumbed to the girl’s request and in a very falteri...g manner did as she asked.“OK then...” he began. “Miss Carol Williams will you ... will you ... will ... will ... will you Present for me.” Jared then just shrugged his shoulders and carried on with, “Was that right? Was that what I was supposed to say?”The young receptionist with the cute tits just smiled and said, “Yes, that was perfect.”Jared. The house had to be 5,000 square feet, but we didn't get a tour. We were met at the door by the hostess, Gina of Tom and Gina. We were shown to a basement recreation room. It had all of the things you need for a party: mattresses with sheets, couches and chairs with cushions—the fabric on them was moisture-proof, an important consideration—and refreshments on the sideboard. There were three other rooms with beds, and one with a video player. The bathroom had a shower that could hold a group of. ”“Four slots? You seem obsessive.”Ty shrugged.“Well, son, I was just like you once. My obsession with conjuring cost me my first marriage and I barely scraped a living doing it full-time for a couple of years until I discovered I was cursed with real magic. I was married too and had a baby girl once. I did the card tricks and sleight of hand, made both my wife and kid laugh. But then I lost my job during the oil crisis — don’t worry, it was well before your time —and I tried to do conjuring. Not in an “I want to fuck your brains out” kind of way. Lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t realize Tim was back in front of me. “Need another?” and pops the top off another beer and slides it into my hand, discarding my empty. “What’s up, sweetheart? You seem a bit lost tonight?” Tim asks as he leans on the bar across from me. “Tim,” I look at him, shyly, “I am really sorry about my mouth earlier. It’s been one of those weeks. I didn’t mean to put you in a weird spot.” To my surprise, Tim.