Being a god is a load of responsibility to carry.” “Okay, who are you?”As noted by Siza when she appears to me suddenly in the neighbor’s hous..., the young woman neighbor who offered to dress my scrapes, cuts and scratches after I got stuck in Mrs. Sutlevich’s basement:Siza reminds me of the opposing medicine cabinet mirrors in my grandparents bathroom. The two mirrors mounted on opposite walls almost perfectly align. They reflected images seen viewing one mirror, showing me, my childhood head,. I told her she obviously looked better than anyone there and it seemed the crowd agreed. “How did you feel?” I asked. “Nervous at first because of you being here, but then GREAT!” she answered. Just then, a man came over and asked if she’d come over and give the table some lap dances. I told her to do whatever she wanted and she smiled and followed him towards the back to his table. I wasn’t really sure how she was gonna handle it, so I kept a close eye on her.She got to the table and began. Eventually, he stopped me and told me to stand up. He went over to his desk and cleared most of the clutter, and then he pulled me towards him and bent me over his workspace. He started fingering slowly getting a feel for my tight hole. The anticipation for his manhood was killing me. “Mr. Sullivan, please put it inside of me.” I begged, surprising myself. “Are you begging for my cock, Aubrey? How unlady like.” He slapped my ass and I yelped. “Please, Sir. I’ve been good.. Then I said how much of a turn on that was for me and did he want to carry on. Silly question really but needed to chat helps relax oneself. After about 15 minutes chatting we decided to go up to the bedroom and have as much sex with Jo as we possibly could. That would be whatever we thought off, or she didShe was laying on the bed, naked, her legs open wide, her pussy glistening, her body gleaming with sweat, slightly shaking again, and smoking the joint she had rolled. With a big smile said.