They chose their sides six years ago, they couldn’t fix the damage and heal their consciences now.’ I didn’t know what to say, my hand still ha... not touched the envelope on the table. I sat back in the chair taking in what Martin had told me. I’m sure there were a few folks out there who would be real pissed at Mary Beth right about now. I said my goodbyes to Martin tucked the envelope into my pocket and headed for the hotel. This time I noticed Jodie on reception, nodded to her as she handed. I give him a few more seconds to get me real wet. Then I go for the sales pitch. “So how many presidents you think that yung high-school jock ass is worth”? Johnny takes a jab at my hole with his tongue, and just says “damm”. “I recon I could swing about 2 bills for that, 2 1/2 if I get my dick dirty”. I shoot a big grin and counter with “Throw in a tattoo at the shop when we get done, then a scrambled egg sandwich, and it's a deal”. Johnny simply replied with “open up”.He put his tongue back. When I’m in this type of mood I usually will do a quick hookup, but I was in such a sassy state, I really missed having a man taking charge of me, to humiliate me. It was a good night, I was getting a lot of messages from guys interested in teaching a little sissy how to keep her daddy happy, and how my fat brown ass needs dick. Most were BBC. One guy though...his cock was magnificent. 8in long, cut, and almost coke can thick with a pair of huge low-hanging balls. He was in his late 50’s; very. ." Good, that's good ... I need to get back to work, Sam." and she went, leaving me standing, quite shocked. What was going on here?I went back to my place, and dug into my pile of work.For the rest of the week, I saw almost nothing of Anne. I had no opportunity to talk to her, and I was pretty sure she was doing her best to avoid me. By Friday, I knew I had to do something.On my way home, I called in at a delicatessen I knew, and a greengrocer; cheeses, salad things, ham, crusty bread ... that.