Is it clean?”I spread her cheeks apart and drooled over her hot, rosybud: “Yes, it looks very clean, Nikki….”“Nooooo, wrong answer?”“Nik...��.” Fuck! I didn’t care. My cock was dripping pre-cum, it was so hard I thought it would explode; I was at Nikki’s mercy and I didn’t care; “It looks very clean…mommy….”“goooood boy…gooood…daddy….now, I’m not quite sure it’s clean. My mentor (mentor??!! What the...?!?) told me how to get it clean…but…mmmmmmm…sniff it…sniff my ass and make sure it’s clean. . Meanwhile, Nikki had been trying to get Scott Williams on the phone for almost a day and a half. She felt terrible about having put him off the other day. He'd wanted to take her on a picnic and she'd been pretty cavalier with him - telling him that she had shoots to do, and that he knew this, and wasn't he supposed to be doing something in San Francisco?She'd even mocked what she called his childish behavior. She regretted it now, but he'd taken off and no one seemed to know where he'd. Weather's a lot warmer down here in the valley, more like the hill country back home. He pulled his horses to a stop in front of the Camp Verde livery stable and dismounted. He arranged food, water, and a stall for his horses."Know a place I can stay for a night or two?" Rafe asked the stable hand."Depends on how fancy you wanta get Mister. The hotel is a fine place from what I've heard. There's a couple boarding houses or if you're not picky you can sleep in our loft." The man smiled and. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that, but we have shared enough that I feel I must call you a friend. As for calling you funny, you make me laugh. Never at you…all right, maybe a little bit at you, but mostly at the things you say and do to try to bring a smile to my face. I am sending you two things – first, there is a video attached to this email. I’ll borrow from your own vocabulary and say “chances”. I won’t tell you what it shows, but you have a choice to watch it or not. To take a.