He had a steady, vanilla girlfriend and only practiced on the side. Apparently the new girl required more guidance and time than he was willing to sac...ifice, so he had contacted Bart and referred him to her.The door opened. He sat up in his chair a little. His right elbow pressed into the arm of the chair, his right hand rubbed the stubble on his chin. At fifty, he still considered himself in good shape. Although not as chiseled as he once was, his fast paced life allowed him to burn unwanted. God and what’s with all this fog in the area? I never saw fog when I used to walk along this street. :A man in shadows appears: Mysteere: Who are you? ????: I’ll keep that a secret but I want to request a favor from you. Fight me! Mysteere: O.K! :Out of the shadows two more men jump out of the shadows: Jag: Happy Hour bitch! Brown man w/throwing knife: I save this for you infidel! ????: Do not involve yourself with this! :Throws knifes at Jag: Jag: Ah! Mysteere: You o.k.? Jag: Yeah I guess.. "What will it take to get through to you, girl?" He shook my head, back and forth, and I looked at him with wild eyes. His whole body pressed me against the desk, the weight of him incredible, and I gasped for breath. "This thing is useless with you!"He threw the paddle and it clattered on the marble floor. "Your sins are of the flesh. Perhaps you need a lesson in that."He let me go and I collapsed on the desk, feeling tears stinging my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, although I fought. Could he really be fondling both my tits in his sleep? However I was sleepy and I didn’t let it phase me, I started to dose off, but then I felt the pinch again and my eyes shot open. I looked down to see the top of Mark’s head on my chest, he was face down suckling hungrily on one of my nipples. He was propped up on one arm, with his free hand kneading my other tit. He was sucking hard and I felt the sharp pain again as he nibbled slightly on my tender flesh. I was again frozen, unsure of what.