Where the hell is a mirror in this freakshow cabinet? I also need some clothes if i need to go home. I sit on a computer desk, pushing those keyboards...and mouses away. I might not remember the previous night, but the hell with it."That is 'like an answer', Rick. How do I look?"He looks at me, puzzled, and says something to himself. Something about programming and priorities, whatever."I need a mirror, is my makeup, my hair, okay?"He sighs, and looks for one. "While you're at it, get me my. ..I had no answer for this. My mind raced trying to come up with something, but I just sat there looking at him, as he stroked his crotch.Ben then said he wanted to play, just a little bit. He kept calling me a cocksucker and it was making me really nervous, but also it turned me on.Suddenly, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his semi-hard black cock.I gasped in surprise; the bastard sported a nice huge black cock with trimmed pubic hair around. He moved over to a table next to my desk. Her smile quickly faded though, as the brunette's hand shot out and grabbed Donna's right nipple through the bra."OH!" Donna screamed and sank to her knees."You're right," the brunette snickered, "just fat."Donna appeared helpless to free herself, so Peggy took decisive action. Striding over to the women, Peggy grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her backward. The woman lost her balance, crashing into the coffee table right on top of a bowl of dip. Peggy circled around as the woman angrily. I knew that each of these ladies would make a great subject for art, and the projects would be very exciting. As conversations progressed, it wound up that I would be traveling to California on business for a few days, near where Paula lived with her family. Michelle, who lived in a neighboring state, told me that she was to be in the same area in California when I was there. So, after a few phone calls between us, I arranged a dinner meeting with my two clients to discuss their art projects.