. rubbing Jeffrey?s back,straddling him with my legs, digging my painted nails into his thickmuscular shoulders, hearing him moan...of course it?s lic...ntious andvile but I don?t care. I like the touch of money. And I?m willing to doanything to get it. I guess that makes me a whore. So what? I enjoy mynew position. The Massage Girl. That?s who I am. That?s who I need tobe. Deep down inside I want to be a slut in heat... all the time... abig-hipped girl rocking back and forth, taking it, taking. "Pam it's cool I'm cool with this I'm actually starting to get another hard on"She was now firm with me."No Max I'm going for a shower and I'm feeling a bit tender" Right ok pal but when you have your shower tell me everything that happened, ok and don't leave anything out"I winked at her; she had a small laugh and said ok.It was about half an hour before Pam came downstairs and into the living room in that half an hour I had imagined all sorts and hadn't realised that I had constantly been. Her parents, Luther and Jezabel Gustamar moved to the U.S. in the early 1980s and she was born in Atlanta, Georgia. Her daddy’s a professor of civil engineering at Georgia Tech and her mother is a state policewoman. This gal was a Southern belle through and true. We got along wonderfully as friends and started dating seriously after a while. We got hitched right after graduation. Our wedding was a grand affair, folks. All of my guys from Morehouse College were in attendance, as were Joanna’s. "Hot damn," Leo said, trying hard not to shout. "Babes, lots of money, and more babes, that's my three wishes!"He rubbed harder. The glow grew brighter. To Leo's dismay, it spread to his hands, up his arms. In moments, his whole body was glowing. He dropped the lamp and tried to run, but his legs wouldn't move. He couldn't feel them. He looked down. He had no legs. Below mid-thigh, there was nothing but a column of bluish smoke.The base of the column of smoke skittered along the ground until it.