"Speak up sissy," he barks at you."I'm a sissy pansy faggot Sir." Who's sissy pansy faggot are you bitch? And what do you want me to dowith you?"You ...ook into the camera and try to. "I'm your sissy pansy faggot Sir." Better. And....?" And I want you to fuck me up Sir." Oh don't worry about that hun" he says as he reaches into his pocket."I think we've already made plenty of progress on that front." He pullsout the poppers again and holds the open bottle under your nose. "Takea good hit. This time I had more than just two or three minutes to make love. It was much more enjoyable for me and I told Billie Jo that. She agreed that it was the best she had. She wouldn’t tell me who the lucky guy was that she had been letting screw her. I looked at the clock and realized that almost twenty minutes had gone by. I didn’t want this to ever end and neither did Billie Jo so we stayed in bed together and felt each other’s body as we continued to kiss. A few minutes later we heard a light. The negotiations were protracted as they haggled over the price on what for us was a very small order. Jenny was very patient, but we had to meet again on Saturday morning. On Friday night Jenny and I reckoned they were pushing us into the weekend to get us to give ground. At lunchtime on Saturday, Jenny told them that we had plenty of work and didn’t need their custom. They knew our spec. was the best and that we could deliver on time. ‘We’ve talked round the subject long enough, either make. I liked her too much to want to prolong her time in limbo beyond what was truly necessary for me to make my decision.I remembered that she’d mentioned her agent; I looked him up and was heartened by what I saw. He seemed the real deal if his website was anything to go by, but it might just be that he was good at bullshit marketing. He had a small and select stable of top performers, and he stated that he was helping them all set themselves up ready for life after porn with financial advice..