He took a few steps, looked back and asked if I wanted to go. I told him yes! I entered his house. He sat me in an armchair and left for moments. Then... he came back, brought two glasses and a bottle of champagne. We talked, I drink and in a moment Angela brought her lips to mine. We kissed. From here, a whirlwind of pleasure began. She put her hands on my pants, while we kissed. At that moment he opened my pants and grabbed my penis so hard that it made me jump in the armchair. He started to rub. PL... PLEASE TRY AGAIN,” the computer practically shouted from its tinny speaker perched above the shower.“TRY...A G... TRY... TRY AGAIN.” The computer skipped as Stan mashed his hand into the reader over and over.Emily sighed as she put her hand against the light switch. “Requesting water loan, twenty minutes, high flow, any available interest rate.”“LOAN APPROVED. WOULD YOU LIKE DETAILS?” the house chimed.“No.” Emily turned to leave.“Twenty minutes?!” Stan cried out from the shower, “It’s too. There is a copy for each of you on the side table, so please remember to pick one up before you leave this evening."What was on the table were true copies of what would soon appear on the screen. The labels were done in advance, and high speed duplicators had spit out the necessary number of copies in short order. This was my moment of revenge.The DVD began playing and at first it was generic images and short videos. People were more or less paying attention when a picture of me appeared on. . that’s just sick. I know where he orders them and I’ve got all his credit card receipts. I’m thinking I’m going to part ‘Mr Rich Attorney’ from some of his money. Hell, after talking with Alice, she agreed to ‘rent’ me a bedroom in that big cabin of theirs. I might havta do Stan once in a while, but he’s turning into a real sweetheart and it’s something I’d be doing anyway.”“But what if he tries to drag us into it?” I was getting nervous by this time.“What’s he gonna do? Admit to having sex.