.wh..where is...this Amos?" Xenia asked stammering."My home" he said.As they entered the building, the smell of old metal, spoiled food, wet dampy tim...er and building strike her nose. She can see few tents made of cardboards and newspapers in the main area. There were about 12 people there, they are all homeless obviously and they were all blacks. Xenia walked in there with her $500 dress, $300 high heels, $700 bag, $200 perfume, $10,000 jewellery, her $5,000 wedding ring feels unfit in the. ”“What?”“Yep, as far as I could determine — junk. Two old bicycles, and a foot pump designed to pump up tires, and I suppose bicycle tires as well, a couple of large tires, minus the wheels, just the old tires, and two more fully mounted car wheels. Oh, yeah, a couple of coils of new rope and several other pieces of junk. I don’t know what they were, and his delivery sheet made no sense to me. The delivery guy didn’t know either, but he, like the grocery delivery guy, was pleased to make the. But being a mostly shy girl, and realizing that a presumably married man who was nearly fifty wouldnt even think about fucking the 20 year old intern. I tried to let it go. Well, I just masturbated furiously to the thought of him fucking me on his office desk. I couldnt stop myself from smiling at him in the hallways, or walking past his office while sucking on various phallic food objects (which makes me cringe thinking about it). Two weeks ago, I was locked into an unbearable conversation. I dont know why i was to insert bigger things in it. I was already fingering myself with three fingers. After 10 mins my legs started shaking and my cock started shooting streams of cum. I never felt this good.Ever since that night i would finger myself, but i wanted to feel Prince. I was just too scared to ask him directly. I told Prince i dont sleep well on the couch, he was kind enough to let me sleep next to him on the bed. It was exactly what i wanted and it was what he wanted himself too..