A bottle of Prosecco, two in one massage oil, and of course the cliché dozen red roses.We had been messaging for several months now. We exchanged pic...ures and would video chat often. She loved her toys and I had watched her cum to orgasm so many times. We had finally planned to meet and we both counted down the days.I was at her place now me my carry on and a gift bag full of goodies. As I got to her door I adjusted my jacket and ran my fingers through my hair, it had to be perfect. She opened. “I’m visiting some friends. I’ve got shoes in my pack; I’m just not wearing them.”“Four Roads?” the other man said as he looked her up and down with a wide smile. He had long blonde hair and a bushy beard, and wore a leather breastplate. There was an arming sword sheathed on his left hip and a parrying dagger on the right. “That’s a long way for a girl to go by herself. You should stick with us. We’re headed in that direction ourselves, and we can make sure you get there safely.”She considered. In the same setting, this time Sasha was facing the camera. She wasn't smiling, but instead held an intense stare with some piercing blue eyes that invited me to join her in this serene environment. At a guess, she looked like she would be in her late thirties, and after recalling her Wiki username, I realised 1974 must be her birth year. Barely a wrinkle on her face, this was a woman who took care of her complexion.Medium breasts with nipples that pointed directly towards the camera, a belly. Yes. This will do for tonight only!Evette Dawson is my best friend. Like me, she is a prostitute and a street bitch too. She does all the things that I do when it is night. But unlike me, she is yellow blond and olive skinned and very tall and slender-built. I think she is more pretty and beautiful than me, though she promises and lets me know that we look much equally the same. After all, we are both bitches and we have got the blood of lust and disaster flowing and running in our veins. When.