First, his nonchalance this morning and now this. And another thing, who was he to call me Stac? I don’t even know him. And he invaded my space. Bet... watched me stomp away, the rest of the table was so engrossed in their conversations that they didn’t notice the exchange between us or my attitude. ‘Stacey?’ I heard her say as I made my way through the waiters and waitresses and the throng of people waiting for their tables. I emerged from the restaurant into the cool, night air and walked away. I didn’t have my own words, but hours of Alejandro had put his inside me. Alejandro Sanz was Spanish singer-songwriter, who had captivated me with ‘Amiga Mía’. The subject matter was the most original I’d ever heard. I bought every one of his albums, and learned every song by soul. He gave voice to what I wanted. He gave voice to what I wanted to say to the Dream’s handmaiden. ‘Y solo se me occurre amarte’ (And it only occurs to me to love you) It began with my guitar. I watched as Michelle. ‘I hope they don’t lose my six dollars.’ I thought. ‘It’s all I got.’ I was toweling off, looking at my clean shaven mug in the mirror when they brought in a sack with underwear, socks, shoes dress slacks, pull-over polo type shirt and sports jacket. Wow, I hadn’t dressed like that since…, well never. They apparently were verifying and validifying and all that, so after I got all spiffied up, they led me into a room with a whole lot of bright lights and people in it. I was asked to stand in a. With one hand I moved the string of her thong which was trapped in her crack and with the other I moved the Vaseline toward her anus. Her ?fundament? anus was small, perfectly round, a brownish pink, and slightly wrinkled. It was nested deep in her crack which was devoid of hair. I ran some vas around her ass; coating the rim lightly and then pushed a glob into the vortex with my index finger. She struggled and her breathing became irregular. I was enjoying my play time with her perfect anus.