"You're better-looking than that girl and you've got just as nice a bod, especially since James has filled you out a bit." I wish James were here," si...hed Fran."Me too. Bet he's shagging the daylights out of some girl somewhere, lucky bitch." Connie was right there. It was just about this time that I was showing Alicia how much I still wanted her."Well, if we can't have James," Fran asked, "how about him?" She pointed at the screen, where a huge black man with cock to match was entering a small. Do pick out one of those for your own use, please.”Amicus bounded off his couch. “Well, perhaps if I saw them in the light, and without those loincloths. Come, bring them out on the terrace where there is sunlight.”General Herotis snorted inwardly. That was what Amicus was most interested in, he thought—how the lads looked like without their loincloths.Amicus pranced out onto the terrace, and the slave master fell in step behind him, tugging on the leashes of the three small blond men. "I'm awake." I admitted. "Who are you?" I'm going to turn on the overhead light." He warned me.He reached out and flicked up the light switch and the room filled with a blinding white florescent glow.I blinked rapidly and refocused on the man. I'd seen this guy before, but I didn't know him."I know you, but I don't know you." I mumbled."We've never met, no. You met my partner in the park across from your father's house. You probably saw me sitting in the car."I nodded my head. That's where I'd. Megan laughed. "What is it, Oscar? You act as if he asked you to perform a song!"She lay aside the brush and reached for the letter."No, wait…!", said the young man, but it was too late.His wife started to read the letter."Oh, it's called 'The Venetian Evening', how exciting!", she exclaimed. "And it's taking place in an old manor. Classy!"Oscar looked at her with an uneasy smile. Megan read on."What's CMNF supposed to mean?", she asked, confused."I think it's… well… from what I… uhm… I do.