He remembered that he had said in his note that he would contact her when he returned, so he locked the office and rang the doorbell of her flat. Ther... was a long pause and he thought she must be out on her rounds. Then the door opened.A man stood in the doorway. He had clearly just awoken and he did not look happy. His blond hair was mussed up and his blue eyes were bloodshot. He was a good deal younger and taller than Victor, and while a good looking man was out of condition. Too much booze. I eased back and after getting a few inches in I slid the dildo back out. Then I eased back and took another couple of inches. Again I slid it out. I pictured Brownie getting a better grip and thrusting forward as he got 6 inches of cock in me and started humping at a speed only dogs seemed to achieve. I could not match that pace by impaling myself on my dildo. But I fantasized that it was Brownie thrusting at a blinding speed. Yes - fuck me boy. Come in me, Make me your bitch. I started a. Our parents are sick trying to figure out how to make you happy, and all you do is screw it up for them. You're pathetic. You have an amazing life, everything you want, and all you do is mope around, thinking the world is shitting on you. Well it ain't mister. You got it good. Very good. And now I discover you are actually a pervert. Going to grow up being some psycho pedophile, kidnapping girls and locking them in your basement when you don't even know what to do with a real woman!" Shut the. The three of us now sat by the open window with a bottle of tequila and a pile of limes from the corner store.We talked of all the things you might expect three young girls living in the city to talk about. It was like an HBO sitcom, only the dialogue wasn’t as witty. However, as the bottle emptied the conversation turned lewd. We began to talk about sex, boyfriends, and our bodies. Jenny was 100% WASP. Blonde, blue eyed, gym toned body. When she squeezed into her tight little cocktail waitress.