Honestly, anything he asked for, I was willing to give. I owed him so much.He began to hum and I playfully kicked him in the shin. “My Heart Will Go...On“? After all this time, he still hadn’t learned how much I hated that song? He laughed anyway, his body shaking, and kissed me on the cheek.“No music,” I said, holding out my arms. He took them, guiding one on each of his shoulders.“No music,” he agreed, putting his hands back on my waist.We swayed in his living room, no music, nothing but our. As I was about to hang up I thought of something."Garth, how's your love life?" My love life? What's that about? You know my love life's in the crapper." Garth was thirty and recently divorced. The divorce was mostly a result of the fact that he liked the ladies a little too much. The ladies liked him back and that had led to problems."Maybe your luck is about to change. I've got someone I want you to meet."I closed the connection before he had a chance to answer. Then, with trembling hands I. .every time I looked at them my penis startedto swell with a mind of its own. I sat before the computer and squirmed andcrossed and uncrossed my legs as I'd never done before.At seven exactly the message flashed up on messenger'good evening Rebeka...how are you?'The rage I'd felt the night before was nowhere to be seen'I'm OK thanks' I replied meekly.'good...turn on your webcam'I did so and what followed could only be described as a minute, intimateonline inspection. Everything in close-up,. Dark hair, plump, a big arse, medium knockers, but dresses great. Always wears stockings, fancy lingerie, nice dresses and skirts. She was in like a cream business suit, dark stockings, looked very professional, very sharp. But the effect was spoiled by her being pissed out of her head - she was carrying a can of coke, from my minibar I reckoned, and by the time she'd staggered over to us I could smell the vodka - more vodka than coke I thought. She also had way too much makeup on, a thick band.