Thiswas the poetry anthology with the red cover, a signal to Mark Bentonthat I needed to see him for the first time in a month. I didn't haveto wait l...ng. Twenty minutes later I heard someone enter the cafe andtake the table behind mine. I did not look around to see who it was.Franz provided identification when he asked the newcomer:"What can I get you, Herr Schmidt?" Johann Schmidt was Benton's coveridentity."Black coffee and a strudel, please."Franz hurried off to get these."I have something. Jake walked slowly about the room looking at the pictures and a fewawards- employee of the month six of the last twelve months at a localcoffee house. According to the picture of his eighth birthday and thecalendar on the wall behind the birthday boy Ben was twenty-six. Shepointed to the picture and gestured in sign language 'twenty-six' towhich he nodded.Tom continued on with his tail, finding out information about Ben as hewent- he had lots of friends, he liked video games, he worked out. . and horny and left out. Mistress explained and we talked ... and it turned out that Sylvia wasn't the only one who had lusted after you. I was feeling deeply worried because now I wasn't competing with just one of your sisters ... but two..." It was as we were sitting there, talking about you that we hatched this plan. Mistress told us your anniversary was coming and that she wanted it to be special. So we plotted and I took time off work because both Megan and I needed to be ready, needed to. ”Making hard-working guys go home like this, shouldn't you take some responsibility?” He grabs on his shaft firmly and my knees start getting weak. ”Go on, you're not done yet, are you?” He starts stroking slowly, up and down. I bite on my lip again and start working my skirt down, letting it drop to my ankles. Without being asked to I walk to his bed, sit down next to him and lean back until I'm lying on his bed, naked, and spread my legs for him. A moan comes out: he's in front of me, hard,.