“What?” I said, trying to win some time to figure out how to get out of this one. “Yes, you have got an answer, I saw it in your mailbox, I was ...eading it.” “And what does it say?” I asked a little hesitantly and a little afraid of what it might say.She read it for me. “Hi, we are a couple seeking some adventure with another couple. No joke and no bullshit. We are clean and we love each other very much and are good friends. We are 30 and 39 and we promise 100% silence. Pictures of us are. So, soft and attractive, and your body is shaped like a girl as well. A fine thin waist and looks like a round little ass too, baby.”“You take that back,” he said in a hushed voice his lower lip trembling.“Robert, tell Tony the truth about how he looks,” she said.“But…”“Tell him,” she ordered in a soft but firm voice.“You are lovely and with your long hair…well, it’s super on you, actually quite cute.”Tony’s cheeks reddened, and his eyes glanced down, as a tear rolled down his cheek. The tears. That tale of his gave me hope that I wouldn’t be locked up forever, which kept popping into my mind. I could imagine a young boy looking over at the compound, gripping a plastic pair of binoculars, scoping out the inhabitants lustfully. The idea of breaking into a prison was kind of ballsy and that’s coming from a guy caught hanging from a ceiling in a jewelry store.After storing the equipment and the leftover mulch, it was time to call it a day. I was worn out and ready for a meal and media. By this time he knew exactly what she liked. He moved his finger to the upper folds of flesh on the roof of her vagina and pressed his fingertip on the sweet spot he knew was there, that trigger point leading down through her body from the base of her clit.“OH FUCK. YEAH, THAT’S IT. RIGHT ... OH FUCKKKKK...”Elliott kept sucking at her throbbing nipple as his finger rubbed teasingly over that spot way up inside her. Her hands were locked behind his head, pulling him against her body. He could.