..I like to call him the freaky Alpha male. For the Alpha male with a tiny bit of freaky mixed with a lot of curiosity- they crave to be in situations...where they are for ONCE not in control.This man, "Bryan" is 38 years old, black, successful-to say the least. He is the CTO of a very well known company in L.A.,Ca. I met Bryan while back in California. I had decided to go out with my girls on a summer Saturday night. I had on 5 in heels, shorts to show off my sexy legs and thick...juicy thighs. This must be it, thought Mike, knocking softly. A girl's voice, low and cool, came from the other side of the door: "come in," it said.Mike opened the door, saw Tim Huntley sitting on a chair next to the steel bed, talking to the astoundingly pretty girl who lay there, covered in white. So that's Judy Burton, Mike said to himself. No wonder the kid had been so anxious, so eager to protect her--the girl was a knockout. What kind of hard-luck story was it, Mike wondered, that had a girl like this. Weirdly, it's all these at the same time. Nope, I can't explain it either. It's like no other feeling. Utter turmoil. She had left ten minutes earlier and should be arriving at his place about now. I keep picking up my phone, checking for messages. For the 50th time I check the volume is on, battery full. Every single minute feels like an hour. Sitting on the sofa, the TV, volume up, but you hear nothing. White noise fills my ears. I can hear my heart beating. I feel sick. But, my cock feels. .. neither would I,” Raymond responded. Then he lightly punched his son in the arm. “Come on, let’s get you a suit!”Tim smiled as his father skipped every other step to climb them faster. He followed in his father’s footsteps effortlessly. Raymond opened the front door to the small shop and walked up to the counter with Tim following close behind.“Good morning, sirs! Welcome to Brubakers. How may I assist you?”The older man was rail thin and impeccably dressed. Of course, Tim didn’t know what.