Jax had gotten a lot of pussy over the past few days, A LOT! He had of course loved every minute of it, but now he was glad he just had Robin. He coul... take his time and do what he wanted, not worry about the next person in line waiting for her turn with his cock. Jax of course didn’t bother to close the doors as they walked in, and he didn’t have to take off any of Robin’s clothes for she was just always nude now. They all were. Bringing her around to the side of the large bed with her. It’s such a shame because they’re so lovely, you know? I guess some things never change. I stand six foot one inch tall. I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. My skin is dark brown. I keep my face clean-shaven and I dress neatly. It doesn’t matter if I’m going to school, work or church, I dress in casual business attire. As a Haitian-American living in Canada, I’ve got an image to maintain. Or so I tell myself. I work hard. I stay out of trouble. I have a good-paying job. I attend church. She undid her clasp and peeled off her bra, followed by Ronnie. Tricia grumbled and took hers off as well.The guys stared at the three sets of well-formed breasts staring back at them and started whistling and applauding. Rick and Tom peeled off their tee-shirts and tossed them aside, then Tom picked up the cards to deal. He dealt and ended up placing a pair of eights and a pair of sevens down, which his fiancée proceeded to beat with three queens. “I win!” she squealed.“Sorry, honey, but it. Nor what it looks like. And I wouldn’t find out this trip. We met Mr. Fleetwood in an undistinguished three-story office building in a mixed-use neighborhood in an area I later learned was called Adams Morgan. Northwest part of town.Morgan Fleetwood was as I’d remembered him in the Hotel Phillips in Kansas City. He’d blend in almost anywhere. My height, balding, horn-rimmed glasses.He smiled noncommittally and offered his hand to both of us.Mr. Fleetwood said, “Where are those three sheets?”“In.