"She has a valid card." Valid means something different for you and for me," Adam explained. "Harmony Wakefield's name appears on a list of actresses ...who also work as known escorts. If her card is more than 24 hours old, I won't work with her." Dude, 70 percent of the business works as escorts!" Brent railed."Then I'll restrict myself to the 30 percent who doesn't," Adam replied calmly. "Because you don't know when her test is from, I'll pass." Absolutely fucking amazing," Brent said. He wasn't. ********* Images of her perky tits (she later on said, 34C) with those pink areola and puffy nipples flash in my mind in quick succession; her initial expression of surprise that turned into a naughty and flirtatious look, the sparkling eyes, the freshness of the body of a young woman with her free flowing blonde hair that synchronized with the soothing breeze of the Indian Ocean— all come one after another. The memory of that evening, while we were in Bali (Indonesia), seems as fresh and real. She moaned and closed her eyes for a minute before she began to eat. He massaged her back and shoulders slowly working out the kinks and knots as she worked through her food. By the time she finished the main course she was to full to even begin the desert. After he had put it away in the fridge he led her to the living room where he started a movie and they laid down on the couch. She couldn't keep her attention on the movie all she could do was look up at him and think just how lucky she. "Or until one of us enters the hospital, whichever comes first," she teased. "I can't seem to get you to leave my poor sore little black pussy alone, pretty white lady."Laura kissed her sensually, both of them warm and drowsy and naked under the sheets. "It makes me wet to hear you talk that way," she murmured. "Are you really sore?" Girl, I never have enough orgasms to count except when I'm with you. Last night I had thirty-one. My pussy feels like the army got to it. Maybe you should show me.