She found herself wanting to hide behind something, or slip back out the door and tiptoe away down the hallway. More of that same anxiety that she was...here to discuss, probably. ‘So what can I do for you?’ he asked, breaking into her train of thought. ‘We don’t have a session scheduled, but I’ve got a little free time at the moment if you need to talk.’ Jane shifted nervously. ‘I, I mean, it’s probably nothing, but I just figured…I mean, if you don’t mind working on a Saturday, I just…’ She. The characters and situationsin this story are imaginary. No resemblance is intended betweenthese characters and any real persons, either living or dead.For fantasy purposes only. CHAPTER ONE It wasn’t the most exciting night. Miri had decided to go for a few drinks at the dive bar down the street, but nothing was happening and nobody she knew was there. She ended up just sitting at the bar with her beer, pretending to text somebody. She didn’t know how to be comfortable in a bar, alone.. “Are you ready, my boy,” she said patronizingly. “Ready for what, bitch?” screamed Andrew who was now fully sober and shaking. “Who are you calling a bitch, slut,” shouted Bettina and slapped him across the face. “Look who is about to be fucked by the biggest cock in Manhattan!”With that, she stretched on the bed, placing her head right under Andrew’s ass. The view was breathtaking. The young stud’s slender long legs were framing Thomas’s black phallus – she could not wait for the action to. Then something happened that neither ofthem expected.Babette heard the woman who had been so kind to him telling the man, whoshe recognised and was afraid of, to stop molesting her. Somethingstirred in his brain, telling him that this wasn't right, so in spite ofhis fear, he stepped over and dragged the man off his Mistress. Apriljust sat and stared at her husband as he defended her, then watched inhorror as Miles pulled a remote out of his pocket, pressed the buttonand laughed as Babette.