Janet had not wanted to stay in the car on her own and as we had seen acastle in the distance we decided to go to try to get help.When we got there we...discovered the master of the house was aTransvestite from Transexual Transylvania. I guessed that was somewherein Europe. I tried to take control of the situation as Janet was scaredso I introduced us and explained what we wanted but the master of thehouse insisted on us staying and said he would sort things out for us andget us a satanic. I looked out the window, there was no vehicle in the driveway. She was gone. I felt empty. I walked toward the living room and saw a note on the dining room table. I looked at the signature and saw it was from Sally. It read, Dearest Rich, I will never be able to thank you enough for your tender warm loving. It was by far the best of my life. Tears still drop from my eyes as I think back on it. I know I have placed you in a very awkward position, please feel no obligation of any sort to see me. I tried to concentrate on my programming, but after hours of not being able to find a misplaced comma, I finally gave up in frustration. I did paperwork and file maintenance until it was time to go home.My foreboding grew as I walked in my apartment. The message light on my answering machine blinked alarm red and I knew without checking that it was Tina. With a deep sigh, I pressed play."Hi, Joe. This is Tina. I got your message. I'm ... I'm glad you decided to come. Dinner on the 11th sounds. “Would you mind if I made you cum first?” he asked her. “I always try to make sure the woman cums first. It’s only right in my book.”She nodded.“I thought that I would treat you to a Bradley Special.”“What’s a Bradley Special?”“I’m glad you asked,” he told her before kissing her lips and then her neck.Dawn quickly realised what he meant as he lifted her head and found the nape of her neck with his lips. Bradley was seeking out her erogenous zones. His tongue and lips went to work in unison..