Out of the corner of my eye, I caught something that seemed unusual, so of course, I had to look. Human curiosity at its finest. I couldn’t believ... what I was seeing: it was a couple, having sex. In public? What the fuck am I seeing? Thinking I was being super rude and staring, I immediately went back in the room and slammed the door shut. What the fuck is this place? I thought to myself as I tried to catch my breath. And why did I just sort of enjoy that? They didn’t have a care in. ”“You're only going to fuck me once?”“Not if you'll let me fuck you more than once. I just think that your first time should be special.”It was obvious from the next email from Josh that he was in seventh heaven with all the sex he was getting while Rosalie was in San Francisco. We emailed him back about our plans for Katrina. He bounced back an email saying how much he wished that he could be part of that.That gave me an idea.“Josh, Do you have skype on your computer?”“What is skype?”Half a. If they got a positive response back, they showed that letter to the girl and tried to sign her up to create a portfolio. The girls had to pay for that, of course, which was the whole point of the exercise. It was just to generate business (and profits) for the studio that sponsored the contest.Two things messed up this business plan. One was that the portfolio cost a thousand bucks. The other was that to try to increase business, they made up phony letters from modeling agencies. They were. Migod.Diablo was watching me still. I saw a flicker in his eyes, a tiny, red flicker like the ember of a fire ready to burst into flame. Mary was watching me intently as she did in times like these.“Need a drink?” she asked, scrambling to her feet. I watched her delicious ass sway as she walked away. She knew I was watching so every twitch of each wonderful muscle was choreographed to arouse that enate need in me to fuck her. Why now was she being so sexy with me?She brought me my drink and.