"I assume that means that we have an exclusive relationship going still." Only forever. I'm sorry about last night. I'm sorry about today, too." Last ...ight's history. What are you sorry about today?" I'm out of commission. Period. Those pills make it like clockwork." I'm perfectly happy with that. Part of nature."She giggled. "Well, last night was my first experience with make-up sex. I was gonna piss you off so we could do it again."I laughed. "Just work up a good reason to be really, really. Rolanda opened her purse again andfished around for her lipstick and compact. While I watched withadmiration, she opened the mirror on the compact and pretending toignore me, refreshed her gorgeous lips with more glowing red, and thenexpertly renewed her already flawless makeup with an elegant littlebrush. We finished our cigarettes, and Rolanda effeminately stubbedhers out, again exciting me with the sight of the creamy bright redlipstick stain on the filter. "Drink up, Darling," she. I did the bottom of her feet first making her giggle again. I worked her shins slowly, preparing myself for her thighs.She had thick, athletic thighs from the workouts on aerobic machines like the Stairmaster. I poured lotion on them, allowing myself time to look. I liked thick thighs; there was something very sexual about it. I took my time, making sure her thighs were well protected from the sun while getting a lifetime's worth of feels.I coated my hands again, knowing the dangerous part was. Sex for me has been so easy and natural, that it'slike a trip to the drive thru for all of those average peoplewho fuck up South Beach during tourist season. But maybe I am just a little bit lucky, especially when youconsider my job.I fuck on film. No, I'm not like some pimply butted hedgehog screaming "I've gotwood" after four hours of self-stroking to prepare for a herpeswhore named Tiffanee VanderSleeze. See, my buddies PJ, Alonzoand me film our hobby and put the films on the web for.