M. Where could he find a woman who would act as his new girlfriend? An actress? Too expensive.An escort? Sick and expensive.'Shit.'That’s what his m...nd could think of at the moment.“PJ, you got a new request at 15 Brisco Avenue.”“What’s the issue?”“Blackout.”“Oh, not again!”PJ took his tools and left in a hurry, then went to his car with a big smile in his face: he knew that address because that’s where Matt, a nice lean otter lived. And “blackout” is a code he used to tell PJ when he wanted to. Then she sent a video of him sliding his cock in her and you could hear her moan as he slides in her and she started going nuts when he was halfway in her. She then looked like she freaked, saying you guys took pics and video?!, he said he just did that one. She asked for him to delete it, doubt he did. He then said sorry cause once he was all the way in he was so turned on he fucked her pretty hard, he said he never came that hard before. Then he asked is she still wanted to meet up at his. There was a silence of indrawn breath in the stark white room as the guests realized that the real party had begun, that their iced offering was beginning to respond to her preposterous orgiastic situation, vulnerable prey to the attentive eyes, tongues, genitals and what-not of some thirty-odd horny people.Angie herself was beginning to feel very excited by the sight of this gorgeous young teenager lying naked and defenseless on the dais, responding seemingly in spite of herself to the greedy. She will not lick it from her lips, and she wipes quickly with her forearm. In the bathroom mirror later, she sees how his jizz has lugged her hair.She wants to tell everything, but she knows he is satiated. It would be perverse to insist, to grind her heel into his face. So she does not say how, as Amaris made love to her, others entered the room to watch, stood around the bed like long-lost relations gathered to witness her passing.She remembers those men and their cocks, how they came to her.