My thoughts turn to the new object in my bedside drawers. It only arrived last week and it's made quite an impression. And there was that video I watc...ed only last night, with that rigging. It loked so hot. No time like the present, huh?Out it comes, trailed by a long cable. I study it for a moment, churning over what I'm about to do. It's white bodywork hid power I hadn't known before, the bulbous business end looked so innocuous. Out from the drawer came the tape I bought from that seedy. He was there by 12:15. He picked up a cup of coffee and sat in a corner. While he waited he contacted MasterCard on his cell and told them he had misplaced his card. Would they please cancel it and issue him another one. One o’clock came and went. One thirty and Antonio was contemplating leaving when he noticed a thirty-year-old pregnant blonde walk into the coffee house. She was wearing a dirty black mini-skirt; white stockings rolled down to her blue drugstore shoes. A very low cut pink. She walked up to my recliner and said. “Ok. We both know what is happening. I will never say a word.” With that, she raised her dress and put two thumbs in her panty hose waist band and rolled them down to her ankles. She bent down and took them off her feet. She picked them up and handed it to me. She then raised her knee high skirt up to her waist to show me her brown haired covered pussy. The lips were swollen and her clit was peeking out at the top of her slit. She then said “those wont. "What's yer wish, sire?"Food, wine and a bed for the night." He fished a coin from a pocket and threw it on the table. "Here's a talent for yea troubles my good man."The innkeeper pocketed the coin eagerly. "We're almost with no food for such as you, sire, only a stew and some bread, but we have good wine and the bed is of fine hay if I may say so." Good. It will suffice." He nodded to the serving wench that was busy pouring wine from a barrel. "And a bed warmer?" This ain't a brothel, good.