"Andrew, this is Mr. Thomas."Andrew was in shock. A giant black man was standing in his living roomand his wife had just told him that he was "Mr. Tho...as". His mindraced back over all the stories his wife had told about "Mr. Thomas".Had she done all of those things? She must have! Why would he be hereotherwise. Or maybe she was just bringing in someone to play themythical Mr. Thomas? He could only hope. He watched horrified as Mr.Thomas and Kelly turned toward each other and began to kiss.. The pool was nestled between surrounding rocks and a small waterfall fell into it creating the pleasant sound of water in his room. He couldn't wait to feel the water for himself.He slowly lowered himself into the wonderfully warm water, sure to keep his sword and clothes near to hand. You could never be too sure when trouble would arise.The hot water swirling around his body felt good on his muscles. He immediately relaxed and closed his eyes. He was glad he was the only one in the water. The. What humiliated me most of all was when Reginald said,"If you've finally accepted being the faggot you always denied yourselfto be, it doesn't mean you have to be a slut about it. Gays can havemonogamous relationships."One night at the club I was finally called upon to participate in aprivate show. Unfortunately, the wealthy Philadelphia billionaire DinoPiscotti had a keen ear and he had been listening to the gossip in theclub in recent weeks and he had discovered that the two cats Natalie. I just smiled at him as he sat there getting hard. He reached out a trembling hand and mauled at my breast. ‘You can’t resist me, can you Wallace?’ I purred, ‘Maybe I should just tell Audrey everything anyway. I bet she would go mad, I bet she’d kick you out.’ His shaking hand recoiled, and then he held out a fistful of notes. ‘Oh Wallace are you trying to bribe me?’ He snatched the money back. ‘Anyway, it is your word against mine, Audrey will never believe a slut like you!’ he spat. ‘Well,.