I quickly look up at Nekeisha, pleading with my eyes. Please don’t let them touch me.“Touch my bitch and I’ll paint my walls with your brains. N...w, everybody out. I’m going to fuck her tight ass and hit the sheets. It’s been a long fucking day…”Everyone leaves but Jerome, he’s Nekeisha’s right-hand man. She pulls her cock out of my mouth. “Come on, baby. Let’s go to my bed and continue where we left off.”She grabs my hand and leads me into her bedroom. Once we’re behind closed doors, she pulls. And the sex? Hot, Hot, HOT! … but still, cyber. As a professional photographer Patrick travels extensively, so meeting was a lot harder than the five hours separating our home towns. Eventually though it was bound to happen. I wasn’t so sure I was comfortable about it either. How could we meet and preserve the relationship and the temperatures we’d built between us? How could a meeting be normal when we were so intimate but hadn’t ever met? How could we be true to our relationship and still. She said she was going to run to the mall and she would see me tonight. I then rushed off to work to start a busy day of contract talks with two of our biggest clients. After 3 hours of negotiations I finally had both of the clients signed to multi year deals with a net increase of about $1,250,000 per year. I called my supervisor to let him know about the upgrade and to say he was ecstatic would be an understatement. He wanted to know if there was anything I needed to help me get my work done.. " He said, as he got up to retrieve the wine from the kitchen. "Us old fogies had better stay home and let these kids go out by themselves."Speak for yourself old man." I said. "I think I'm the youngest one here."Pretty soon we were all sitting around with our wine, smiling and catching up on the weeks events. My bike wreck was covered in detail. I tried to keep it as brief as I could just in case I had to remember it.Ann's hair had been done in a beauty shop and was a mass of auburn curls. It.