" "That's it? But wouldn't that affect me too?" "I'd suggest you wait outside the enclosed area. The gas settles in three minutes, so it will be safe... to enter after that." This was definitely something Victor was interested in. Just toss it in, wait three minutes, and *poof*, a whole bunch of ideal babes just waiting for him to sweep them off their feet. "How much?" "$350.95. And yes, I take checks." Victor couldn't wait to sign the check. Afterwards, he checked the directions on the side. I was wearing cargo shorts, so my legs were bare to my work boots, now covered with gray, sticky cement. I was embarrassed. ‘You have a beautiful bass/baritone voice,’ she said. ‘You should do something with it,’ she continued, scanning my cement-covered front. ‘I’m a music teacher. I could tell the owner here that I’d be happy to coach you.’ ‘I’m the owner,’ I said, extending my hand. ‘Valentin Noreika. Friends call me Val. Your name?’ She placed her tanned hand in my large palm and exhaled a. It was pretty far out!?" "I can't wait to hear all about it." Barry gave Joe a big slap onthe shoulder and led him towards the car. In the car Joe regaled his father with stories of his adventures inThailand, Laos, Cambodia, Myanmar and Malaysia. He'd eaten more strange andwonderful things than he could put names to. He'd gotten caught out withtummy troubles for one very painful week in Cambodia but still managed tosee Angkor Wat! On multiple occasions he'd thought he could handle morespice. “And now your shoes and pants, but leave your socks on.”I did and there I was, standing before a man I didn’t know, with just my socks and underpants.“You look gorgeous, a real slut just waiting to be fucked. Do you have a girlfriend?”I nodded. “She’s a lucky girl. But now you are my girl. Or maybe I should say ‘bitch’. Do you like the sound of that?”I shied, but nodded again.“Good. Get on your knees bitch.” I obliged. He stepped forward and placed his crotch before my face. “Open it.”I zipped.