The record company wasn't going to wait forever, and Donovan had nothing better for them to play. There was no way his name was going on an album with...that schlock.Donovan was proud of his music. The first three albums had been hugely successful and well written. Their last album wasn't. They needed something good or they were going to disappear. Lately he'd been wondering if disappearing was a bad thing. Barrier Riff had a good run. Thirteen years was a long time for a rock and roll band. Not. I am 23 years old, an average looking guy. This story took place last year in mid-June. It is about a woman who mailed me after reading my story.My story reader was an unmarried woman aged around 35 from Srinagar, Kashmir. Her name was Najma (name changed) and she was working in a bank. She had some conflict with her family and was now living separately in a rented apartment with her female colleague.Najma had read my last story and mailed me asking about my details and phone number. I didn’t. He said that one of his friends was the owner of a strip club downtown. On Thursday nights they had kind of amateur pole dancing show. And the bastard was proposing me to get Anita there to have fun.Of course it was a black club; but Jerome laughed and added that a lot of married white wives went there just for dancing and stripping off on stage in front of black men.Then Anita called me on a video call. I saw she was naked at our bed and she was playing with her favorite black dildo. I told. They sat back down on the couch, and I got up and sat between them. The game never got turned back on. I took each cock in my hands, and marveled at their thick girth. I could feel my pussy going from damp to wet as I leaned down, and took Derrick’s beautiful cock in my mouth. After a few teasing strokes, I shifted over to James’ equally well-endowed member, and licked and sucked on his cock head. I kept switching back and forth between them, my head bobbing up and down feverishly. I got.