Where'd you find thisone?" "Some loser at the club that likes to cheat on his wife. Hethought we were coming back here to fuck. Guess he got part of i...right." She took the blindfold off, and I saw her standing in front ofme naked, except for a large black strap-on and black 6 inch platformheels. The unidentified woman was none other than Chantz Fortune, ofStrap-on Sirenz fame. She was wearing a sexy cheerleader outfit, thathad an unnatural bulge underneath, which I could only assume was. She was thoroughly convinced that the suave Colombian had no other interest in her other than to further her career in the art world, and she found herself feeling actually regretful.She didn't know why, but for some reason, she sensed that something strange was going on. Sometimes Don Ernesto would go off in the middle of the night, driving his chrome yellow Lamborghini Mura down the winding driveway at dangerous speeds. At other times, Julio would chauffeur him, and she would be left alone. ”I turned to leave and Lara said, “Wait!”I turned around. She had slumped a little. “I’m sorry Bob. I’m just ... nervous.”I walked right up to her. From an inch away, not quite touching those glorious soft breasts with my chest I stared into her eyes. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. We don’t have to do anything we haven’t done a hundred times before. Got any coffee on?”She laughed and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Of course. And you just reminded me of why I asked to borrow you.”Right. .. ass! Every guy in the world should try it sooner or later! At the risk of bragging, you know what my butt’s like ... and how much I love to take it in the rear! Little secret, Mark, honey ... every time I screamed in pain, I also screamed in pleasure. Including that first time in that bar! Talk about taking the sting out of Romney’s defeat! Getting my backfield plowed by you certainly did that!“The fact that you didn’t vote for Romney made it even more intense! A delicious hate-fuck.