I felt even more humbled as my wife, Julie, began to speak to Tra'mon."Can I get anything else for you before I go, Trey?" she asked him."Well, maybe ... nice fruit plate if dat' ain't no trouble girl." the black stud answered, sarcastically."Oh my god, no! No trouble at all, Trey! None whatsoever, Trey." Julie suddenly gasped."What kind of fruit do you like, Trey?" she asked.The young black stud put his powerful fingers to his chin, slowly contemplating his thoughts as I stood there watching in. "I called Mona back, "I don't care how many there are. If their money is good, I'll pull the train."The next day I gave the guys the directions on how to get to Mona's and they took off. I decided to stop for a beer on the way home and was surprised to see Mona sitting at the bar - she was falling down drunk. I sat down next to her at the bar and said:"What are you doing here? You were supposed to meet some guys at your place."Mona looked at me with bleary eyes, "Today? I thought it was. We moved further back into the stage, most of which was still dark, although the glow from the radiant Pepsi sign cast a dim yellow light that seemed to lead the way as we walked. Britney took a sharp right and disappeared through a door, so naturally I followed her.We were then inside of the same warehouse that had been shown on the commercial, and Britney stood a few feet in front of me with her back turned. She was now wearing the same overalls that she had on during the shoot, but even the. He reached down into the boys crotch and started to squeeze the teenage dick andballs. The kid's smooth beautiful body began to tremble like a leaf."Please sir...please I begyou...Coach..don't...don't...."But the coach was actually rubbing Kenzo's dick throughhis shorts and jock."If you are not a homo, then this should not turn youon. Trust me boy,I am your coach.. You have to know I am doing this for yourown good. Maybe you are a fucking faggot and don't even know it. We haveto find out for.