She was afraid and said no not now from her eyes. But I was wild and nuts. I went to the adjacent room and was constantly calling her by hand signs an... she was refusing. Later she made some courage and came in the room, I went mad and the 1st thing I did was kiss her lips and hold her tiny boobs. She was pleading me no but I didn’t care and just pulled my shorts and sprung out my dick. I made her jerk me and she was refusing.I was upset as she was not ready. So I made a plan. I told her to go. I just stood there mouth open and gaped like a big dummy, my cock hard as a frigging rock. This lady smiled and blew me a kiss, then climbed out of the cake. All she had on was a thong, red mesh stocking and high heel shoes. Her bush was as tan as her hair and huge nipples were a tasty chocolate. My eyes and my dick just kept getting bigger and bigger as she did the nasty bump-and- grind down the table till she reach the end in front of me and my prick. My mouth was about two inches from her. Learning too late the bitter consequences: our self-destructive demise. Locking away the memories, which hurt, then ourselves for being hurt. Realizing at last we are alone, though can’t remember why. Don’t know what went wrong, or how it all began, all we remember is the pain inside grows. Though the source of it, the beginning, is hidden away, forgotten. So we are lost, alone with our pain and no tears left to cry. Bearing scars that can never heal, burned, we are numb. So full of pain, we no. Harry pressed the button on the intercom and said, "What is it, doll?" You have a phone call, Harry. I'm going to lunch now. Bye," Maria said.Harry picked up the telephone. "Harry Dick here." Hi, Harry," came the voice of the insane author and sometime porn-monger, Jenny Jackson."Oh, Shit. There goes my day," Harry said, into the receiver."Now, Harry. Don't be like that. I did send you a real case this time. Sounds like this Barfly woman's mixed up with real mobsters." You sent her?" Harry.