”“Ah, I assumed with how comfortable your father was you came from money.” Nastya took away my shirt. I felt great to throw away my wet boxers. ...he Valkyrie looked to Nastya.“You too, your dress has to go.”“Unzip me,” She turned away from me and lifted her hair. I grabbed the zipper. I was grinning to discover there was nothing under the red rubber. The Valkyrie was shimmying out of the rest of her chauffeuse’s uniform. I ran my hands over Nastya’s arms as I guided the straps from her shoulders. ”“Absolutely, Fredric. You’ve been a real inspiration and I’m sorry to see you moving on.”Peters waved his concern off. “It wasn’t that I didn’t see it coming. After a lifetime of hard living and eating the wrong foods, my health isn’t the best. It’s time for me to slow down, and more importantly, quit getting so riled up over each game. From now on, you’ll find me sitting in the park, doing Yoga and Tai Chi, munching tofu.”“Knowing you, you’ll get worked up over eating tofu and bean sprouts. I knew I was going to hell but didn’t care. Maybe I would run away after this night too. I shucked my pants, leaving them on the ground, and threw my shirt right next to it. I had to fuck. Had to. My cock was painfully swollen and leading me, and it needed relief. It needed to be inside a pussy so bad. I quickly guided my aching prick to her slit. I pushed in about two inches, intending on opening her up slowly, but she was having none of it, quickly pushing back with all her might and slamming. But then, aren’t men always like that?Michael was a renowned and excellent bass player and the fact that he was suave and sophisticated and downright handsome with it added to my interest, but what got my full attention was what he told me he could do with it and he did it with such panache, whispering in my ear whenever he wanted to imply his intentions and speaking normally otherwise.I didn’t believe him for one minute, but he stood there in his black tuxedo, sipping champagne and nibbling at.