I had a thing for Billy, I'll admit, and a few days later I realized this could turn into something...advantageous for me.*****The next time I caught ...illy in my dirty clothes hamper, I shouted his name and called him a sick pervert.He jumped and dropped what he was holding, a teddy of mine from the night before, and then sputtered something about missing a few socks."You lying bastard," I scowled. I was in tight jeans in boots, a cut-off t-shirt and no bra. Hell, it was Sunday, and I was. His eyes are dark, too, and they hold my gaze with a commanding ferocity."Come with me," he says, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. His friends look surprised as I follow the dark man from the tavern, but his touch has sent an electric ripple through me and have no wish to resist. As we walk with his arm over my shoulder and his fingertips flicking my nipple, he tells me his name is Collum, and that he is taking me to his booth, where he sells the leather goods that he makes. I blush at. It was not as strong as stream as he had hoped and it was definitely uncomfortable, especially as she insisted on holding his cock and aiming it for him.Kelley was amazed by it all. Feeling his cock all relaxed and knowing his piss was running through it as she held him.... It was wild!!! She thought about making him taste it, or tasting it herself, but when he was done, she took the bucket to the bathroom and poured it into the toilet. Then she got a warm washrag and soaped up part of it.. Mal was the manager, a curly-haired little man of about 40."Really?" I said. In my naivete I had never thought about that, but now that Steve mentioned it, I could see his point.We talked about the salesmen and eventually got to Barry the Horse. He was the unpopular one, a big, unsubtle type who got into arguments. But he was a guitarist and so was I, so I had talked to him a bit and quite liked him. I told Steve that."Rather you than me," he said. "He's a twat." Why is he called Barry The.