Before I could get to him, though, one of the patrons called to me, “Hey, Professor.”I looked over to see a young man I’d seen in the crowd earl...er. He was sitting at a table, with four other men, obviously in the middle of a night of poker. He grinned when we made eye contact. “I was telling these guys about your show earlier.”“What was your favorite part?”“The coin stuff.”That was as good an opening as I could ask for. “You mean this?” I reached down and plucked a silver dollar from in front. Frankly, I hadn't even bothered to learn its name. There was nothing here, no reason for any executive to come here and perfect for what I wanted - nothing. Mazaki answered my calls and only contacted me if I actually had to make an appearance or something was about to go critical. That gave me time for the first time in my life to do nothing. I rode my motorcycle, played video games, hung out at the local mall and generally acted like a 17-year-old boy. I stopped wearing my trademarked dueling. He continued to stare at her as he caught his breath, but his expression was not as pleased as she’d thought it would be. He looked a little confused...disturbed, even. Finally he said, “That was very sexy. Thank you.” He sank to his knees, reached for the box of tissues and began to clean off her face. She looked a ‘But?’ at him as he did so.He saw it, hesitated for a moment, then replied, “It’s just that...it’s one thing to pretend that I’m doing bad things to you. Making you take off. A few times, her teeth grazed the shaft and he winced. She was good, but obviously inexperienced. Hell, she was only eighteen. This was what, the second time in her life she had a cock in her mouth?His hips rose off the chair, pushing his cock a bit deeper. Faruza gagged once, but kept going. Her head bobbed up and down with short, quick strokes like she was driven by a runaway motor."Slow down. Slow down, baby. Take it slow, deep and slow," Dan said. He brushed her long hair away from her.