Detrick," she stammered, "Please, call me Sam," he said in an unassuming tone. "Thank you, Sam," she said smiling.They entered his home and she survey...d the surroundings. Having been in many beautiful homes before, she found that she wasn't overly impressed by them as she used to be. She found that the more she saw that she liked in clients homes, the more renovations she undertook in her own. His home was beautiful but bland. It smelled new but the walls were white and it was a white. I felt like I was in an R-rated Frazetta drawing. I was cuddled to Erin’s wonderful soft pillowy bottom. Blossom and her tiny but swelling breasts were spooned to my back, and Lynn with her glorious bald and tattooed head was lying between my legs cuddling her face to my penis.I slept like a rock. The shower was also a little unique. All of the women got done washing before I finished on the toilet and raced out of the room closing the door behind them. When I was done, I walked out to an empty. I had dressed as conservatively as I could, knowing that Katja would be trying to look plain rather than enticing. And I put on my best “little lost girl” look that my clients seem to like. I took a deep breath, ready to go onstage, then knocked on the door to his hotel room.Ivan answered the door; then his face broke into a big grin. “Katja! How lovely to see you! I’m so glad you could make it!”Then he hugged me… a friendly hug, not a grope, and kissed me on both cheeks.“H…hi, Mister. It had all been done to death, of course – Colin had read hundreds of similar stories. But there was something about this woman and her prose, her intimacy and honesty with the words she chose. Her characters were simple and flawed humans that were, via desire, granted uncommon audacity. They were to meet tomorrow. He had written to her first, two weeks ago, immediately after reading her latest instalment. She had written back, and following further correspondence, they had decided on a.