“Who will it be?” He finally asked.She had it all figured out. “Oh, not anyone we know, hon. That’s just too damned complicated… and besides... all your male friends are probably crap in bed. No, let’s get us a male prostitute. Easy. And he’ll know what he’s doing.”They’d spent weeks planning the scenario, working out arrangements and auditioning their “stud”. The anticipation had been exquisite, and they’d enjoyed some of the wildest, most passionate sex in the interim. Lisa couldn’t help. There was my great-grandmother standing over me with her hand on my forehead.She looked at me and said, "Child, you are having a rough go of it.”I regained my wits and asked her, “A rough go of what? Why are you in my room?”She put both hands on my forehead, which relaxed me. A feeling of peace came over me.She told me, “I have so much to tell you. I just cannot do it in one evening. I need you to go back to sleep and learn from your dream.”I looked at her wide-eyed and said, "Dream? That was. "And you love it when I do this even more." With that, he moved down and dove in between her legs.Sophie immediately began howling. She was wound up to begin with, so it didn't take much of Warren's mouth on her pussy to make her explode. She ground her pussy into his mouth-as best she could being tied up-screaming. Warren just kept going. He brought her to another one, before he pulled himself up, crawled in between her legs, and mounted her.Sophie loved this. Bound, spread-eagled, open and. Maybe with free beer tossed in. Hmmm. He tossed the word "taste" around in his mind a few more times: "Taste this! It's piss!" and "Don't be hasty, piss is tasty!" and his favorite... so far, "Piss tastes like sweet cum that's been marinated in vinegar!" Classy, he thought. Should appeal to the gay male crowd.Pushing these thoughts from his mind, for now, Wade hollered over toward Becky Ryan, his assistant cast coordinator, "Becky, how's Benny Gee coming with those black guys from his crew for.