I was waiting. Why the holdup? Then things got really serious. I could tell that Mary was trying to convince Jorja to meet her lover. The bitch! Who d...d I label a bitch? Mary, or Jorja. Damn it, they both were. Bitches, both of them! The doodle of Jorja got pretty graphic and when it showed Jorja and Leroy entertwined, it was time for me to act. I was crushed, but I took the time to go back over the doodles again. A sigh of relief. It hadn't happened yet. It was being set up though, at a small. I felt like was in some dream, having a beautiful woman do things to make me happy.Releasing my cock from between her breasts, she returned once more to sucking on it. Something, from what I'd gathered so far, she enjoyed doing. The feel of it sliding over her tongue, ramming deep inside her mouth, almost touching her throat, as her saliva soaked every inch of my throbbing cock. Every so often, she'd pull it out of her mouth and run her tongue across every side. Licking and caressing it in her. Chestnut. The color of her hair.How often did the word "chestnut" enter my mind at all, much less when noticing a woman's hair? But that was the color.Rich, wavy, full of body, and down almost to the middle of her back. Not overdone. On the contrary, very becoming. Her appearance was striking.Short, tight, black sleeveless dress studded with those sparkly things, whatever the hell they're called.A wide plunging neckline revealed stunningly beautiful breasts.Shapely, full, creamy. Perfect.Her. I had no idea what to do. The part of me that didn't want to get involved fought my conscience.My phone rang again. Same number. Great. I pressed the talk button.“Please! He's crazy this time!“Who are you? What's your name?“Marcy. Please, I'm afraid he's going to kill me.”“Call the cops!”“I can't! He's dirty. He has criminals for friends. They can help him get away with anything.”“Where are you?”“My house. I'm at....”There was a roar of rage, a scream, and then that sound that lets.