His low voice seemed to vibrate through the phone and inside me. Everything I described to him, suckling his cock, sliding it between my breasts, lett...ng him taste my effluence and smell my desire, amazed him. The wife obviously knew nothing about taking care of her man. I went all out, even having him bugger me. When we finished I asked about the wife. He told me she likes to drink. I asked when he might visit me. He wanted to slip out that night. He liked it when I called him a stud, but. There’s more in the kitchen.” When Kimmie looked fearful, she added, “Relax, it’s just a story!” “A hot story,” Trent added. Jennifer was struck by the huskiness in his voice, the straining bulge in his jeans. She glanced involuntarily at Lawrence’s sweatpants and saw similar activity tenting his crotch. He was stroking Kimmie’s glossy hair, plucking at the strap of her tank-top. Jennifer’s fiancé’s fingers traced her spine and made her shudder. She could feel her nipples pricking. Just a. When the guard (who had heard the shouting) arrived, he found quite a sight. Ian was roughly pulled from the silent woman still lying on the metal table. He fought with the man, who was trying to subdue a now incoherent person. His dick felt suddenly cold and vulnerable as the cool air hit it, making it shrivel into a little wrinkled thing. The guard called the police and the ambulance, and then vomited his lunch all over the floor. People were everywhere and he was naked and put his hands in. Nobody was in sight.“$50 for head, $100 for a fuck,” She said without even looking.“Whoa, just want to talk for a second,” I said, rationally. “Keisha…”She jerked her head to me.“I got to ask, why do you strip? Why do you ho around? Just keeping it real. I ain’t trying to be captain save a ho, but…”She interrupted me.“I got to. Have you ever had that feeling on stage that they like you? And they want you? And they want more? That’s me. It’s like a drug,” she said.I understood what she meant. I.