"The response was almost immediate. It was an address at an apartmentcomplex about a mile away. "Door's unlocked, red tape on the handle sothat you kn...w you're in the right place. Come in and use me. It will bemy pleasure to be used for your pleasure."I suddenly developed an upset stomach and emailed Mr. Peters saying thatI needed to go home sick. It didn't take ten minutes before I was turningthe doorknob with the red tape on it. The entryway was dark, but I couldsee the flicker of a TV set in. Alone! As I was. She had on a skin tight blue satin dress that hugged every curve. She sat next me and noticed that the seat next to me was as empty as the seat next to her. During the first intermission, I offered to buy her a glass of wine. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating. I moved in closer just to inhale her scent. We took our seats for the second act and our knees touched. She didn't pull away. In the darkness, our hands reached out and I took hers in mine. As the opera moved to. I went to my knees. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, slid his zipper down, slid his pants to the floor. His cock was straining against his jockey's. Now it might have been sexier to tease him a little, maybe play with it through the jockeys, kiss it, take my time. But I couldn't wait. I slid his jockeys down and he sprung free. And let me tell you, it was gorgeous! Thick, long, uncut, veined beautifully. Rick Donovan has nothing on Charles.I pulled his foreskin back, kissed his head. It was gone. I looked at my skin just to make sure. There wasn’t even a scratch where an arrow had been buried just a few hours ago. I flexed my hand, and realized with a start that I could move it. Had everything been a dream? Yavara, Brock, Zander, Prestira… no; no, my flesh was bronze, and I felt the piece of man pressing between my thighs. I looked around the cave. It was oddly decorated for a wild dwelling, with pillows everywhere, silk drapes adoring the walls, and velvet rugs laying.