I write for myself. To get myself off. If you like it, good if not move on. 2. If I'm feeling up to it, I may do requests but don't expect them to be ...rompt, I'll write them on my time.3. If you don't like the ages, genders or events (story line) in my stories, no one is forcing you to read them. 4. If you want to be rude in your comments, go ahead. It bothers me none. Refer back to rule #1.----Brittani twisted the door knob of the front door and crept inside, trying to be careful that she. Trent had directed Marsha to buy the sexiest negligee she could find. She had visited a "Victoria's Secret" and found a sheer black bra and thong set which hid nothing. Trent had her twirl a couple of times so he could enjoy the view."Come here," he said, motioning for her to straddle him. "How about a lap dance?"Marsha complied rubbing her breasts and crotch against him. He was soon hard and she knew what would follow.He sat erect in the chair and pulled the thin thong to the side."Want to. Tsharles and his men had traveled for days, and their journey was now at the mercy of Amelia's mood. Amelia, the only woman not donning hunter's gear, pulled back the shimmering sleeve of her bright-blue gown as she traced her slender fingers along her straight black hair's taught braids. With a disarming smile, she gestured at the visiting party. "For the reputable Captain Tsharles to make his way to a backwater outpost like mine..." she batted her ice-blue eyes, "It must be a mission too. ‘I-I guess I better stop at the bank.’ ‘Wise idea,’ the attorney said. Tommy left the lawyer’s office, put half of the check in his savings account and used the rest to open a checking account. He left the bank feeling prosperous and drove to the dojo. Only a few students were scheduled and most of them weren’t very skilled, so Tommy didn’t have as strenuous a workout as he’d had the day before with Bud Murtagh. He was getting ready to leave when an unmarked police car rolled to a stop in front.