"Me too, Roger. You need some exercise." I laughed when I said it.I shook hands with Wilson and then introduced Jennifer to them. I could feel uneasin...ss and even signs of dislike on Jennifer's face when she saw Wilson paying attention to her face and body. Roger was married to a former model but Wilson was single. I couldn't blame Wilson. Jennifer was wearing a black notched-lapel jacket and black poly crepe sheath that came down to three inches above her knees. I wondered why I had never paid. My hands wandered, touching her boobs, cupping her nipples, cupping her boobs, sliding down across her stomach, and down to her pubic hair. All the while we kept kissing. I was so fucking horny, so turned on, and I wanted Brandy so goddamn bad. But I wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't just sex."No. It's you. I mean, sure, a guy is gonna get hard if he's going to have sex. But physically, Jesus, you do something to me that I haven't felt in years. I've had sex with others. Even while. Shit, I wanted to go back over there this morning and get some more pussy, after seeing these.I had just hurriedly flipped through the last of them when my phone buzzed. I picked it up and Patricia told me, “Eddie, you have a visitor and you’re going to love this young woman.”“Have you had a chance to find out anything about her?”“Oh yes. She’s living with her sister, and her sister’s husband. She has to sleep on the couch. She wants her own place to live, but she hasn’t been able to find a. ." I said reluctantly but unconvincingly. "Well, I do, I'll show you how to put the outfit on." She started to help me with the straps and buckles.When she was done, I looked in the mirror the image reflecting a leather clad submissive - the kind you would see in some gay magazine or bondage club."See you look hot, those men will just go ape shit when they see you." She said."What men?" I asked."Don't worry about that, you ask to many questions for a whore. Just do what you're told." She said.