"That's a good girl! I'm going to shoot in a minute and I'm going to cover your pretty little face, neck and tits with my nice wet splooge, so keep su...cking hard and when I tell you I'm ready, I want you to keep licking the tip and underside of my cock until I shoot. I'm almost ready, keep sucking ... now!"With that pronouncement I pulled my cock just outside of her mouth and began to quickly stroke it with my right hand while my left one held fast to one of her pigtails, keeping her face right. She had everything prepared; she just needed me to take over legally since she did not trust anyone else to act for her if she was declared incompetent. So I helped her do what she had planned. Once she was settled in she invited me to visit to see her little apartment. My dear one took the opportunity to visit her grandchildren. I had planned to stay in a motel but my sister Mary convinced me to sleep on her couch. Sis always stayed up to watch Letterman but since it was a rerun she. "You're a Madame?!"Marla shrugged again and held her hands up and out. "What's in a name? Madame, CEO, company president. Call girl, escort, consort, mistress, hooker, whore... All the same thing. A rose by any other name... The only thing which changes is the degree of respectability the public attaches to the name."Marla leaned back in her chair and asked me, "What would you say if I told you that all women become whores at times?" I'd say that you're wrong," I replied forcefully. "My mom. “Jesus, buddy, if anyone had told me that I would get up to what I did tonight, I would never have believed them,” Graham uttered with a laugh, before adding, “I knew I was getting set up by them, that’s why I went so ballistic. The frantic rough stuff is not my scene, but they seemed to love it.”“So, if they call, will you accept the invitation?” I asked.“Sure… And you?” Graham inquired.“Definitely,” I replied.“Well, then we both had a great evening,” Graham concluded.“Yeah… Almost,” I.