The man who contacted him on that anonymous forum several months ago, the man who talked with him countless nights and indulged his twisted and sick f...ntasies.It was the man who had convinced Jake of selling his mother into prostitution. His name was Frank, or so he claimed.“W-where is she?” Jake said with fear in his voice.“Oh, you mean my- I mean- OUR new fucktoy? She’s waiting for you back there, come on in, Jakey...”The apartment was filthy and trashed, almost pitch black. Bottles of beer,. She wasn't looking forKevin. She was looking for Ellen."You and Ellen?" I ask, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow of my own."Wow, no!," she exclaims, suddenly blushing into her wine glass. "Imight have... Fuck it. I did develop a huge crush on her at the Salonand told her, drunkenly, one night. She was very flattered by my clumsycome on. Jesus, this is weird telling you this when you look just likeher. Anyway, you didn't answer my question. Stockings." I liked how my legs looked in them," I. He doesn't work late too often, no matter what he says. I try to make it worth his while to get home early."Toni leered. "You get in a little loving before dinner?"Now Melanie was surprised and showed it. "Yes, we do. I like that, and so does he. You surprise me a little, Toni. I didn't think you cared much about that."Toni looked sheepish, then gave Melanie her straight-ahead look. "I didn't. I used to pretend sex didn't exist. I've stopped doing that." She changed the subject."Look. I need. We could have just turned up and said hello, but we were strict.And we introduced another little tweak: we'd stay celibate for a week before we met. No orgasms, solo or with other people. No playing, no touching, no release...It was hell but it was good. It's been a long time since I genuinely felt frustrated and desperate for a totally kinky fuck.Then the evening came round that we were to meet. Phone calls were exchanged. Champagne was chilled. And finally she arrived. The most voluptuous,.