He had just put away most of his props when he heard a knock at the door.Thinking it might be the manager of the theater, Mark went to the door andope...ed it.Instead of the manager, there was a young man who was clearly wearing adress under his trenchcoat."Hello, Mark," the young man said in a soft voice with just a touch of icein it."Er .. do I know you?" Well, it has been a week since you had me as one of your people on stage,but I was hoping you might remember me."Mark racked his memory for a. It did not occur to me that he might actually be on hisway until Sherri produced a blonde wig untied me and then threw me ashort tight little black dress to put on. I don't know why I put it on,but I did and she then made me get on my knees by the side of the bedto hide my cock."Not that he would notice such a small thing anyway, but I don't wantto scare him away. You better not say a thing you little faggot or Iwill tell all your friends about your penchant for sucking cock."That was totally. "He heaved his dick deep in her pussy and let her have it. He squirted a gob of sperm deep in her pussy. "Yeah—hot cum deep in that sweet fucking cunt," he hissed."Oh god yes—ahh—squirt it deep," she panted, heaving her body up. "Oh god yeah—ah yes now! Now! Ah yeah—cuming now!"He pumped sperm in her cunt as she jerked and thrashed. Her cunt muscles squeezed on his prick, sucking his semen up into her cunt."Ahh—umm—ooh—ahh yes," she crooned with delight."Umm—sweet fucking pussy," he breathed. The initial steps were difficult, almost mechanical. The note in his pocket had more weight than it should have as if gravity was pulling on it and him with more force. As Michael continued walking, a flood of memories rushed back to him. His best friend, his job, and then his wife. Then his child, and the joy of seeing her face full of innocence and joy. A face free of care. It all seemed so surreal. He wasn’t an alcoholic. He even went to church on most Sundays, and today would have followed.