We hadn’t even reached the stairs yet. I turned and met her eyes. “You would have turned down sex?” she asked me.I said the most honest thing I ...ould at the moment. “With you, no. Never.”She smiled a happy cat smile and we started walking again. “Then you’re looking for more than just sex,” she said.I nodded. “Yes. I need your help.”“My help?” she asked, looking up with a furrowed brow. “What kind of help?”We were at the top of the stairs. I looked around, checking the balcony for this building. Even if it was just a line meant to excite me, it was working."You want to see?" I asked.She bit her lower lip like a shy schoolgirl and nodded slowly.I quickly went to grab my belt."No," she said, and quickly placed her hands over mine. "Let me. You just relax."She slowly unfastened my belt and then the top button on my slacks. Finally, she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down slowly, like she was unleashing a wild animal. I lifted my hips and she tugged my pants down slowly and my shorts. And today he stood again next to the car and watched me jerking off. The only difference this time was that I affirmed his question about the piss. He visibly hesitated, but quickly recovered, and instead of answering he took a step back so I could open the door. "In return, I want you to cum in my mouth," I demanded boldly. He looked me straight in the eye (which he always avoided) and I noticed only now how extremely good he looked. A real fuck with him I could have imagined immediately.. " Todd noticed Miss Laveau's accent. It was southern, but didn't carrythe strong drawl that he noticed came in many black people's speech in thestate. Instead it was a dainty, eloquent and silky tambour. This sexysister most definitely wasn't from around here. "Mr. Brooks is throwing a little get together at his estate next week"Tom then said, holding up a rectangular piece of tailored paper that was -from Todd's angle - engraved with something. A hand-written invitation bythe look of.