I didn't know why it was, but I was dizzy for Miss Goldman; that is if she was still alive.What about good old Mr. Marks? I already knew he had an int...rest in American Fascists. Why did he keep going to the Onyx club? Did he have a snitch in Tin Pan Alley? Or maybe a butter and egg man? These were the things I had to get the low down on. They would allow me to put the squeeze on Marks. I owed him bad. I was no longer on the nut, I decided that I would bring the fight to Marks and his. She knew it wouldn’t, he never loses control. He closes the door ‘Are we ready?’ he asks. ‘Yes Paul I…’ ‘Stand,’ he interrupts. She stands and his eyes take in her beauty. Her breasts, a respectable c cup, poke gently against the silk blouse. Her long sexy legs stretch out of a mid thigh skirt encased in the silk thigh high stockings she was requested to wear. ‘Panties?’ he inquires, watching as she almost imperceptibly nods. ‘Take them off please.’ he instructs her. Cassie hesitates. The tension drains from my body, I fold into her lilac embrace and inhale her. With that one kiss, that one breath of her, the coolness of a river washes over me. Baptism. We stay like that for a long moment, arms around each other, cheek to neck, body to body, man to woman. Our hearts find each other, flutter a time or two, then begin beat together. Fiona. "I'll make you a Margarita." I say pushing away with a laugh. Sexually available. I am wearing nothing but my jeans. I know that she is. His name is Raja and he is a huge man about 185 cms tall with huge forearms and thighs the size of an oak beam. He was also extremely manly I knew it since he had an affair with out maid Maya and every time I found them sneaking to the farm behind our house Maya would be walking bow legged for the entire next day. I was hungry for a similar big an in my life. I am fair tall with nice firm breasts and round ass. Now I was dressed in tight top and equally tight trousers. I imagined Raja on top of.