They miss the old times. The second highest request is for me to let you fuck me again.”I let that sink in for a moment. I waited for him to say som...thing but he didn’t.I said finally, “I want you to understand that if I allow this to happen there are strict conditions. First, this will be a business decision, there will be nothing personal or emotional about it. Second, this is contingent on you finding me a black stud that will make a great film. Third, I will have Carla write a script for us. By the time August 14 arrived, he had gotten to showing me how to use a knife that looked like a small sword when he put it in my hands.That night he came to my room as I was packing and handed me a large box wrapped in fancy red and gold paper. "These are for you," he said, handing me the heavy box and sitting on my bed to watch me open it. I tore through the wrapping like a hurricane to find a beautifully carved wooden box inside. I put it on the bed and opened it. Inside were eight shiny. She moaned softly and squirmed against the iron bars. She wanted his tongue to taste her clit.He removed her left boots and released her feet from her pants.She half-heartedly tried to clamp her legs shut, maybe shyness came back to her.At her knees, he pried open her legs to look at her womanhood. She saw him admiring her slit with hungry eyes. She breathed harder and envisaged his next move and grew more even more excited and impatient.His tongue moved from her pubic mound to her inner. We went on to discuss what we had done recently. I told Katy aboutwhat had happened during the celebrations for my 20th birthday. Then,the three of us started telling some really funny jokes.After a while, I asked Katy if she was going out with anyone. Shesaid that she hadn’t been out with anyone in the past couple of monthsmainly because she’d wanted a rest from the hassle of relationships,boys and all that sort of stuff.“I think it’s time I grabbed a quick shower”, said Katy. .