He really struggled to hold back and why wouldn’t he? Here he was, buried inside the hot mess that was Melissa, his boss’s luscious wife, having j...st seen other men deposit their spunk back there as well. As an exhibitionist, he also enjoyed being filmed in the act and there was just the overall raunchiness of being part of a movie about gang-bangs set in someone’s private residence on their marriage bed.When Darius buried himself inside Melissa for one or two more strokes and she clenched her. “Jimmy will stay here until I return,” I continued. “That should be in about thirty minutes – maybe a little longer.” It was so sweet, the way you smiled at him and the look he gave you in return. “If you have any questions, he will be happy to answer you if he can.” I saw the surprise in your eyes. “Yes, my love, you may speak with Jimmy while I’m gone. I will call the room before I return and I expect you to be in exactly the same position you were in before.” You nodded your head, trying to. The three boys slept in the attic bedroom, together. Up there, the temperatures were ridiculously hot in summer. They had a fan, but no air conditioner. Three single box-springs with matresses on the floor, pushed together into one huge bed was their sleeping arrangement, with room at the top of their beds for their personal stuff. Jesse had the middle “bed”. When the temperature up there reached near 100 degrees in summer. The only way to sleep was to strip naked, and feel the breeze. I don’t even have enough money with me to buy one of your vials.’ ‘You can pay me later, Mr. Henry. I insist.’ Immediately, my antenna went up. I didn’t get it. When I first met him, Beetlesmith was adamantly, ‘cash payment up front, or no deal,’ and now he was literally giving his elixir away. As I continued to stare down at the vials, I remembered the question that’s haunted me from when all this began. I looked up at Beetlesmith with a jaundiced eye, and asked, ‘Why am I deserving of such.