"Ziver is watching," he insisted, but didn't go beyond that.Instead he clasped his hand in hers, squeezing it gently before his finger stroked over he... palm. Before she could protest, he stood, looking down at her. "Don't regret what happened."It could be taken two ways, an admission on his part or an order. That said, he sat down again. "DNA and fingerprints?"When he rose in front of her, she whispered, "I don't, Jet. I don't think I could ever regret what happened." Before she could initiate. Jim watched this muscled body dancing above him in smooth rhythm andthen closed his eyes and just groaned. His body was igniting with his need,his eyes were filled with the images his mind had heretofore only conjuredout of mists and cotton candy, that vanished with only a burst of flavor,leaving sugar granules to ingest, unsatisfyingly strong. Now, though, hehad the reality, so much like what he'd dreamed about, and so much better,too. For example, he'd never thought how it felt to have. What did he want? Sweet, filthy, girlfriend experience, porn star ... He hadn't given it much more thought than getting laid. Maybe they had specialities he could ask about? JT paused while he tried to make up his mind."I'll take him," Asami said, standing up from the sofa.Wasn't he supposed to make that choice? JT thought. He didn't complain, though, as Asami took his hand and led him through a door at the back of the room. She was fucking hot. And kind of kinky in her shiny, tight black. I was about to lose my virginity as a gurl.I had met Dean and Sandy online, when they had messaged me, admiring some of the pics I had posted. Through the months, we became friends, trading photographs and messages online. They lived on the west coast, far from the quiet boredom of the high plains where I reside.Dean originally was from the plains and had family in the area in the major metropolitan area about four hours from where I live. (On the plains, we don’t measure space by miles, but.