She was Sarah-Gods-Loving-Kettar, dammit. No one threw her off-guard, much less twice in one day. And especially not here. In the isle between the boo...hs was a waist high mahogany divider with silver accents and etched glass about head level designed to protect the identity of the bars patrons. Propriety was a commodity in a place like this and the two burly guards at the end of the isle made sure no one broke that sacred rite. The red satin curtains in most of the booths were closed but not at. After that, I took Samantha upstairs and scrubbed her gently in the shower. While she dressed, having picked one of Mom's blouses to replace the one I destroyed, I got the urge again and took her on Mom's bed. It was a long and tender affair, one that Samantha didn't want to end, probably because she knew we were making love in Mom's bed."Next time, Auntie," I murmured during the afterglow, "I'll make you wait for hours before we do it. I promise." I have a confession to make," Samantha said.. Another text:You better be on your way, cocksucker. I'm giving you right of first refusal and then I'll go and find another white boy who thinks he's straight.Get here now. This is a once in a lifetime offer.Before I even knew it, I was putting my shoes on. Even as I started walking to the washroom, only ten or twelve minutes from my dorm room, I wasn't sure I was going to do it.My erect cock led the way as I felt my body ruling my mind.My mind, meanwhile, kept yanking my sleeve, reminding me. Ever since you started there at Whatever-The-Bloody-Hell-It-Was-Called University, you've been living on your own in a small but workable one room apartment that your parents pay for every month via check from their retirement home on the other side of the country. They're apparently still loaded with cash but refuse to do much more than help you with rent, leaving your sorry ass behind with the struggles of the middle class. No wonder you resent them so much," he reasons with a light shrug,.