I woke up and sat at the desk in my hotel room and made all of my business calls using my calling card. You have to remember, there were no cell phone... and very few car phones in 1989. I did 100 sit ups and then I went for a run to try and sweat out the alcohol from the night before. Next I took a shower and then I got ready for work. I dressed in a suit and tie, as I was going to a couple of very nice stores. I finished my appointments and got in a little shopping in as well. I stopped for a. ” Bob glanced sideways at Terry and grinned. “Whoa,” Terry said. “I’m not about to go breaking up a marriage. And if you think I’m gonna get wrapped up in some sort of ménage a trois, you’re crazier than…” “Hold on, hold on,” Bob said. “First off, they’re not married. Or if they are, she’s a bigamist, ‘cause she’s still legally married to that slime ball shacking up with my granddaughter. Second, I don’t think she’s gonna dump one starving musician for another. And third, on some level at. Steve laughed, pulling away. “Not yet, Kitty.”He took my hand and stepped aside. I realized someone was standing there- no, five people. The crowd outside was now in my house. And undressing! Steve squeezed my hand reassuringly as the first one approached me.He was maybe twenty-five with a smiling, eager face. Brown hair, average build, and naked. His cock was in his hand. I stared at it. 4-5 inches long. Already hard. My stomach felt tight, my hands shook a little. He stroked. I said you welcome handsome I really enjoyed it. He smiled as he asked me, so you really like it rough as possible? Yes I replied and seems so do you? " I do indeed, but my fiance doesn't always like it doing to many rough positions, mainly just enjoys missionary and cowgirl." He replied. "Oh no, I love it rough, such a pity she doesnt like rough sex, wonder why?" I replied "Not sure, but least I can fuck you rough and you able to handle it," You welcome anytime to give me amazing pleasure", I.