“And your black ass is exactly where it was when I left!”“I did get up to eat, use the shitter, and chase some slash!”“If you’re trying to...provoke me, you’re an amateur. My sister holds the championship medal for that one!”“Mine too!” he laughed. “Sorry, I keep forgetting you don’t assume I’m a lazy, good-for-nothing, gang member.”“What happened?” I asked.“Which time?” he asked.“Want a Coke? I have some in my fridge.”“Don’t mind if I do!”I got two Cokes and sat down in one of the chairs in our. And of course, this being Hollywood, people were content to let the action happen. The dining room was so quiet it felt like the world was on mute, and the only sounds to be heard were Anthony’s soft murmurs of encouragement and Raoul’s gasps as he drew closer to orgasm.Not that either man seemed overly concerned with the wider wishes of the diners around them, lost as they were in their own little bubble. Raoul’s hand became little more than a blur of movement, fingers moving up and down the. She had a very successful career and like most successful women who were confident and assertive she was known as a bitch. Unlike most women she actually became proud of the title and made a point to live up to the nickname and ruled her staff with an iron fist. Rose met her husband Ron when she was 31. He was seven years younger then her and was tall and slim with a large frame. He stood 67 and of course had large hands and feet but he was not at all athletic and was uncoordinated and had. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.Tom?s body jumped. His hands instinctually leaped away from his penis,ashamed of playing with himself.KNOCK, KNOCK.Tom rushed out to the door of his apartment and opened it just enough to look outside. It was Amy, the landlord?s daughter. She wore the overalls and tool belt she always put on when she made repair visits for her dad. Amy must have been about seventeen or eighteen years old.She was short, coming up to about Tom?s chest, or not even that on his new body, but she.