He had no friends, no acquaintances, hell, he thought, even his family didn’t talk to him anymore. They had called him many things before they disow...ned him, freeloader and scumbag being among the nicest. But this wasn’t an email from any of his family members, and if it was, it certainly wasn’t one he recognized. Out of curiosity more than anything he opened the untitled email. It read simply, what would you do if granted one wish? He smirked. He knew a scam email when he saw one. What would. "What is it?" Julie winced at the first acrid sip of coffee, its acid scorching her inside that had known nothing but wine and a few morsels of food in the past torturous days of sorely needed emotional cleansing."It's you, Julie. What's going to happen to you?"Julie shrugged recklessly and took another sip of coffee... Again she ran her fingers through her unkempt hair, a blank expression on her face. Then her eyes narrowed, as though squeezing back the tears, and she concentrated on a loose. She’s my assistant at work, and my woman’s assistant in the bedroom. Emily loves having her around; she hardly fucks other guys when I’m away anymore. Ashley is more than eager to service her needs while I’m gone on business trips. When I’m here, we both take turns pleasing Emily. Ashley sleeps over every weekend, and sometimes on weekdays. I almost think she should move in.“God, it’s good to be home,” I say, grabbing handfuls of both their asses, one girl lying on each side of me. They giggle. F. on her rounds. My attention always fell to a particular region. I was definitely a"leg man" as they say. A nice pair of shapely legs with someinteresting footwear always got my motor revving. Tight, hose, andstocking clad legs would stoke my fires. Throw in a pair of high heels,or best of all a pair of knee-high boots, my focus would be guaranteed.After a half an hour or so, I decided to stop by the food court and geta bite to eat. Setting down with my food, I went about eating whilewatching.