So one day I wore my minis and went to the gym. once there i started talking abt just how badly i needed money. One of them agreed to help me but if i...fucked him. and I said yes. So the next day he called me over to his house. When i went there i had a little surprise waiting for me. As he was not alone but he had a camera with him.He said that he wanted to record our sex. I had always herd abt such things but cming accross one such incident really made me feel strange. Actually i felt excited. He had a prominent nose he called his 'wop nose'. His family was Italian.I opened the door and I could see that he had broken all kinds of records getting to my house by how hard he was breathing. He asked right away, "So what is it I am going to LOVE?" I got out some lemonade, poured myself a glass and asked if he wanted some. He nodded so I poured two glasses. We sat at the table. I took a sip and then asked, "So how is your love life Mark?" He was silent for a while then said, "My. I heard the boys talking behind us, but could not hear what they were saying."Do you want to announce them, Robby?", he asked and gave me a note with text. I picked up the microphone and master André ordered the Club DJ to stop the music. With my darkest radio voice and with a smile from ear to ear I spoke; "Okay friends. Now your attention for the three horniest guys from Leather bar and sex club André! Give them a warm applause and a lot of love. Let those banknotes flutter, because then. I don’t get out much…’ She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast. ‘…anyway, how does this work’ She might be nervous, but he liked her directness of purpose. They sat over the coffee and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to meet, then, left for their separate ways with a date for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first pick him up and then her, on the way to the hotel. At seven, Friday evening, Robert.