"Chicas de tu ciudad" se llamaba. A punto de borrarlo, se me ocurri? unaidea grotesca. Me sent? en el sill?n y marqu? el n?mero de tel?fono. Dimi pref...jo y una voz femenina grabada me gui? por el men? hasta queescuch? la voz de otra mujer, ?sta vez en directo.-Hola.- dijo ella.-Hola.- susurr?.-Me llamo M?nica. ?Qui?n eres?-Soy Enrique.- ment? sobre mi nombre.-Hola Enrique, encantada de conocerte. ?Tambi?n eres de Burgos?- pregunt?-S?, bueno, no... estoy aqu? de paso, en un hotel.-?Y qu? haces. Her voice was sweet and gentle. "Bryan, you are standing on the verge of all of your dreams come true. Before you leave, think about everything that we've been through to get to this point, are you willing to throw it all away for a dance? Think of all the nights online where your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest and you were begging me to use you in any way possible. Think about the things you went through to gain my favor. You know I'm the only woman that can push you past. I honestly did not understand why someone would ever want to do that, though. "Why?" I made sure there was no criticism in my voice.Trish still looked a little uncomfortable. "A lot of reasons." She looked down into her drink and slumped in her seat. "I want to be like her. She's so confident." You don't have to rent yourself out to learn confidence," I said reasonably, my tone still neutral."I know, but I could use the money, too," Trish said softly. "My mom tries the best she can but..."I. One of my hands cupped one of his hard ass cheeks as the other moved to the base of his shaft. My mouth was now sucking back at his purple head and I took as much I could into my mouth while my hand stroked the shaft. I took it deeper into my mouth than I had ever taken my husband and still I wanted more. My head bobbed up and down as I worked my hand and my mouth over that incredible piece of black meat. I wanted to worship it. My cunt was now dripping, so badly; I just wanted more, more, more.