"I dropped the bra and stepped backward so quickly that I nearly fell on my bed when she opened the door and called to me. I cringed when my voice cra...ked a little as I answered, "What?" I'm such a dumbass. I forgot to grab my clothes. Everything is folded up in those white shorts on the bed. Bring them to me?" Yeah, sure."I picked up the bundle and carried it over to the bathroom door, where Patty was peeking out a crack in the door. She opened it just a little wider when I reached her and. He disappeared, shortly after that picture was taken, and nobody knows where he went after that. Like I said, he's a fucking ghost who slips through the most elaborate security measures; like water through a sieve. He's referred to as The Grim Reaper, or just Reaper, and his clients have no way to contact him. Apparently he selects those who need his services, then gets in touch with them. He's as likely to work free for some poor soul, who can't afford professional help - as he is to take a. I've shot my load on a busy street. One time, at a bus stop, a stranger did the stroking. I took off my clothes and sat on the bench with my swollen, engorged, throbbing, hard cock quivering at attention, precum soaking my belly and pubic hair. A woman gave me a hand job right there. The excitement of being watched by a crowd of people, while a stranger stroked my cock caused me to erupt in a geyser of jism. The woman caught it in her mouth and then used her tongue to clean the cum from my. I don’t know. I just hope it’s a good fit and that they liked me. We’ll see.” Of course, two days later, there’d be a letter or a phone call and squealing with glee.What she did not expect was this:“Wine. I need wine.”“Hey there roomie, how’d—” Artemis cut off her thought mid-sentence at the sight of a disheveled and flushed Lacey Dupree. Her hair was in disarray, her hands had black ink marks all over them, “Holy—is someone throwing a rager and nobody told me?”Lacey sneered at her for a half.