Stephens, it seems that you don't remember me. When we were in college, we were on competing teams. I ran for State, and you ran for the big church co...lege nearby. We met a couple of times a year. I was always interested in you and tried to ask you out. You always giggled and said no. It would have been a big thrill for me, on scholarship from Nigeria, to go out with the prettiest girl on any of the track teams. I didn't know many people, and would have been thrilled to go out with you."Then it. I know there won't be enough time to finish, but it was clearly throbbing under the fabric. We have plans later and I need you to look stunning, so I speed to reach the salon before they close. I'm near cumming as you push my dick into your throat, then you dejectedly obey my command to get out under the awning at the door. It's raining lightly and I go to park the car on my own.I jog back and witness your entrance. All eyes are locked upon your stunning gait. A chubby Asian woman leads you to. She laughed and let me touch them and kiss them, which both I did with great passion. She moaned with pleasure and her natural deep voice engulfed me with more hotness no young girl did ever before and after. Her hips were little bit wider, I admit, but it felt very sexy and desirable, her legs were soft and warm, her ass massive, but lovable. Horny as we were, we fell on the couch still kissing and touching our bodies. I was rock hard at that moment, ready to insert my shaft into her, but. Midnight-ish. Two days. Spent first night finding switchbox. Finding phone lines. Finding good crowbar. Broke into diner, had to find out what made place so special. Recon inside revealed nothing unusual. No drugs, guns, books with ‘Why I Kill Boys’ in gold letters across bound black leather. No ugly ties. No way to avoid it… must be here tomorrow night. The show starts around midnight. Must interrupt before final act. Would rather play part on own timetable, would rather direct, but clever.