Her tongue returned and my respiration rate took off. I panted in disbelief; my ass could cause such ecstasy as her tongue probed me. I moaned on as s...e worked it slowly in and out. Then she did several big licks up and down my crack and pulled away again. I glimpsed her coming around to the side of the bed and she began to speak."Now that I lubed you up, your turn to reciprocate, fuck toy," she ordered, shoving a large rubber cock toward me that was strapped to her waist.She pushed my head. I drove to Oakland and parked where I was sure Nicole wouldn't see me, and waited for her to start her day. I knew she wouldn't expect me until evening, around seven o'clock.The whores began appearing on E. 14th about 4 o'clock, most of them on foot. I almost came when Nicole strutted to her corner. She had kept her promise and was wearing nothing but the heels and thigh highs. She was carrying a brown paper bag, like a lunch bag which she set down in a doorway. I guessed that was where she. ’ Mr Rat Race broke into a big smile, showing surprisingly great teeth. ‘I’ve heard Johnbo was back in town. Please come in Miss. Champagne?’ ‘Johnbo?’ ‘Paulo Piccoli is better known in this city by his real name of Jonathon Jones. My name is Sparrow.’ ‘Real name Finnegan Bird.’ ‘That makes you genuine ma’am. Just Sparrow would be appreciated. God, it’s a long time since I’ve been called Finnegan.’ The big guy cut through the small talk. ‘Do I let Johnny in if he calls himself Paulo?’ ‘Yes. I became the straight friend she needed in the face of distrust at home. I was the voice of reason and the face of madness. I drove them to fight, to break up, to make love, and to sleep. But when finally, the fighting and resolution had strained that tortured relationship to the brink of my emotional limits, Alex finally cracked.One night, after I had engineered a fight over Nathan Combs, jock and intellect, a boy I respected, Alex came to my room to find her solace. Only this time, I intended.