Eric could barely eat as he was so excited with the possibilities of finally exploring some of his long hidden needs. A couple of times throughout the...dinner the Playful Mistress' phone rang. As annoying as this was to Eric, the woman was quick to give a couple of one word answers and rejoin the dinner.After dinner the Mistress told Eric to get in his car and follow her back to her place. As soon as they walked in she sat down and snapped "strip."He was a little startled by this but quickly. I was about to fake another orgasm when the lights suddenly flickered on.Jerry was standing there – fuming!“Hey, man, get the fuck outta here!” the black guy shouted. “You fuckin’ freak.”Jerry didn’t move. He just stood there silently boring holes in me with his icy glare.“Did you hear me motherfucka?” The black guy wheeled around and took a swing at Jerry.Jerry dropped him with sickening efficiency. He must have had forty pounds and three inches on Jerry; it didn’t matter. He ended up on the. She was in our bedroom, which we keep rather dark and cool to make day time sleeping easier on week-ends. Lying next to her, I touched her soft face. She smelled of stale tobacco smoke and alcohol. She gave me a very passionate kiss. She had bad breath. Taking my face in her hands she quickly pulled me down to her soft pussy. This was different, she was shaved bald. “Oh, Honey, please eat me,” she moaned. Her bald pussy was so very soft; I could only imagine how it looked. Moving my tongue up. It’s been deserted for months … at least until these guys rolled into town.’ He looked soberly at his friend. ‘Everyone I talked to said the same thing Nick — these aren’t guys you want to fuck with. You should call the police, let them handle it.’ ‘You call them,’ Nick shot back, tossing the lieutenant’s card on the table. ‘It might be too late already.’ Terry picked up the card and opened his mouth to reply, but Nick was already gone. *** ‘Please! Help!’ Allison shrieked as the behemoth.