Dean was kind of serious on her. Even though Ayesha used to sleep with him, she was a little slutty. She loves to hang out with different guys. Even t...hough I had an eye on Ayesha, I didn’t want to come in between their relationship.One day, I and Dean came out of a bar and we saw Ayesha with a guy in his bike. Dean had no clue who the guy was. But I knew him through a mutual friend. His name was John. Dean was quite upset with this. So, I went to meet John, he was happy to meet me after a long. Eleven rooms for just him. But it was the cheapest housing he could find. He tried to tell himself that he had come up to his office to attempt to balance his budget, but he was fooling himself. He was after all, an accountant. It didn’t take differential calculus to figure out he spent one hundred nine dollars more than he made each month. Provided his thirteen year old car kept working no other unusual expenditures popped up. He was so ordinary he made himself sick. He was thirty-six, neither. You could always replace me.’ ‘Well, it does fit in with the process serving, in a way.’ ‘I can get you work from Tryon. I know all those boys over there. I know what kind of service they get from the guy over there who runs jumpers.’ ‘What’s he like?’ I asked. ‘He’s a court sanctioned thug, that’s what,’ he said firmly. ‘I wish you guys had given me a couple of days to settle back in before you dropped this on me.’ ‘So, are you doing to do it?’ Ed asked. ‘Lucas, do you really want to do this?’. When he finished setting up his camera, Herb turned towards me, and let his thick erection lead the way back to the bed. As he came towards me I could see pre-cum glistening and beading up in the piss slit of his rigid, veiny cock. He stopped at the side of the bed and I leaned over and put my lips on his glans and savored the salty taste of his pre-cum. Herb climbed on the bed straddling my chest, positioned a pillow under my head, then wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of his.