Just enact your dream and it won't disturb you again."Stella laughed."That's not a joke," Denise told her. "You must ask a girl for one nightstand." W...at! Are you serious?" Oh, you know I'm damn serious!"Stella's face fell. "Er-I think you are," she said."Remember, it's the only solution to save your mental health." Will it be easy for me to ask any girl for sex?" No, but you may ask a call girl."Stella gasped, "A call girl! But Denni, I can't do that," she said."I think," said Denise, "you are. I am very close to a huge orgasm as Marta has Troy’s face in her hands, her middle fingers close to his lips as she feeds his tightly pursed lips along my throbbing erection. I can feel her fingers through his cheeks on my erection.My knees are trembling as Troy asks, “Am I good, do you like Marta watching?,” as he sucks and licks the tip of my erection as he slides his tightly clenched fist along it.“Is he good? Tell him if he is, and I do like watching,” Marta whispers.“Yes, yes, yes, good,. She knew that it would feel great; the touch of his hands as he groped her breasts and ass. He would show her something that she hadn’t experienced since before her wedding night; enthusiasm. Her body tingled as a thrill swept through her. Her nipples became hard, breasts more sensitive in anticipation. She pulled up to the door of her husbands’ workplace, and they said their goodbyes. She gave him a kiss, and when the door was shut, she closed her eyes for a second to calm her nerves. She was. “But it is full of magic. If you write a woman’s name in this book, she will fall madly in love with you. She will do anything you ask because she loves you so completely.”She laughed. It was a hoarse, huffing laugh that was almost a cackle. “And when you are tired of her,” she said as she closed the book, “all you need to do is write in the next name and it will all be over.”I laughed. “That’s a good one,” I said. “I suppose you want ONLY a hundred dollars for it.”“No,” she said, “it is yours.