.. none of this cheapo, kinky Broadway meat. If Josh wasn't lying--and he seldom did to his clients--the woman had to be tops. He only hoped she would...'t fight too much when he socked it to her. That was one of the advantages of dealing with the small-time pimps; they were more selective with their clientele, and thusly, they weren't standing outside the door listening to every grunt and groan. Then, too, their clients kept coming back, once they got to know the girls.The taxi left him off in. His cock was standing at full attention and Marsha was tugged at it from base to head. I think she's going to go down on him, thought Ted. Marsha led Robert towards the cushions on the floor near Ted. Marsha knelt on the floor and engulfed Robert's cock with her wonderfully full lips. As she sucked, she opened her eyes and looked at Ted. She winked, but continued sucking. She had fucked Ted before and she had grown a fondness for group sex. Ted's got a nice hard-on going...hmmm, so she. Other times, she would let passion out of its stifling cage and stand there with her legs well apart. She would watch her shadow while the back of her neck felt incessant warm kisses from the sun. She would watch the shadow of her left hand moving gently in rhythm with her heartbeat. Leaning against a rockface near the entrance, she would squeeze her full nipples while deftly working her fingers over the moist pink flesh, not enough to relieve her, but to sharpen her desires into razors.She had. We didn't even like the same movies, music, or books. She was all about the latest bubble-gum pop, like Taylor Swift and Demi Levato, while I was into Mumford & Sons and Barenaked Ladies (yes, still). She liked romantic comedies and I preferred campy horror and sci-fi. She devoured supernatural romance novels and I couldn't resist a good crime story.Yeah, nothing in common.Back at our apartment, I put my shoulder under Madison's arm and helped her up the stairs. I had to do a tricky balancing.