Finally, I was beginning to relax, so I pulled my ass cheeks apart again, and bore down . He massaged the head of his thick cock into my ass again. I ...whimpered a little . He asked me if I wanted him to stop, and my ass hole felt like it was on fire, but I said "fuck my ass!" I looked up at the mirror again and began to rub my pussy. I could see his thick cock sliding in and out of my red ass hole with soft, steady thrusts. He began to thrust harder and I started screaming and he stopped,. So I arrive at the studio and the door is locked, unlike last time. I cautiously knock on it and after a few minutes, a blonde leggy goddess in a black miniskirt and skimpy black top opens the door. My mouth opens and closes and for a while nothing comes out. “I’m Graham”, I croak. She looks at me as if to say ‘so what?’I mumble, managing just to get the words out about the appointment we made on the phone last week. She has no recollection of it, She’s with a client, can I come back in half an. " She winked at me and said, "Maybe you'll get lucky."It was crowded, hot and she had a guy buying her a drink. I hate bars and if I picked up two girls in a bar in life it would be a lot. What the hell was I doing here? Then I looked over at D's 'troublemakers' and I remembered. I made my way near her and could hear the guy hitting on her. He was in his late thirties and looked like he worked out. He was telling her about his yoga and what it had done for his sex life. D glanced over at me and. They slowly walked toward his car parked across the street, where they had stashed their books; both reluctant to part, but neither really knowing what move to make next."Hey -- Cowboy Mouth are playing at the Bronze!" he said, noticing a flyer on a pole by the car."Who?" she asked"Cowboy Mouth -- the greatest American rock'n'roll band there is; from New Orleans. The door guy at the Bronze is a friend of mine -- I can get us in free. Wanna go rock some?" Sure. Why not -- I can sleep in.