“You miss me?” She said rubbing my shoulder.“How?”“Last time you were at my job, you were looking for me. You miss me, don’t you?” She s...aid, with a smile.“Well, when you say it like that…”“I heard you saw the shiny new toy last time you were there,” she said.“You talking about… Keisha? I got to say… she’s something. Y’all got good eyes for talent,” I said, matter of factly.“You know why I do what I do?” She asked.I was waiting for this question for years, but was afraid to ask it for some. "Well, hopefully you will. Good n--" I gotta take all this energy out on something, I guess." Jackie jerked her head towards her door ever so slightly.Rick blinked quickly. Wait, was she -- no, she couldn't be. It was just his imagination. But was she-- no. No way."Well, good luck with that. Bye."Jackie was halfway through a suggestion that they should talk more sometime, be neighbourly, when Rick sidestepped quickly into his apartment and swung the door shut behind him. He felt as though he. He pulled it out and I coughed roughly. “No..” I gasped, teary eyed.“It’s okay!” He insisted. He pulled me close again and stuffed his fat cock into my mouth. He bobbed my head up and down on the tip, and then pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I could barely breathe. My eyes rolled back as I gagged continuously. He threw my head back and I fell from my knees to my back. He got up and grabbed my shoulders. He dragged me to his room and threw me on the bed. I was on my back and my head was. "You've got that right," mumbled the older woman'svoice. "Okay." Jay concluded that nightmare or evil witches,treating this seriously would probably be best. "What sortof 'entertainment' did you have in mind? My singing voice ishardly what you'd consider star quality." "No, you are now to experience the Curse OfGendermorphic Clothing!" The little girl's voice broke offinto what was supposed to be mad laughter. "Are you scaredyet?" Jay sighed and shook his head, then started.