The man was as tall as me and he was probably a few pounds heavier. He was clad in chainmail over which he was wearing a leather jerkin. About his wai...st he was wearing a belt that held his scabbard and longsword. He had a skull cap on his head. The man was ebony black with short cropped hair and a moustache and neatly trimmed goatee. As he stepped forward he drew his sword."So what is your name?" I asked the man, stopping a good thirty feet away from him."Aaron Johnson," the man replied in a. Besides, I still have your NDA. And if you violate it, I’m happy to settle… out of court.”He grit his teeth, then stared down at the table as he weighed his options. It was a seventy-thirty between him walking away, and him taking the deal. He had too much to lose if he took the path of exposing us. Moore slyly gave me a look to indicate he was impressed, and I dipped my head slightly in acknowledgement.“Fine. Half,” Barnes said. I extended my hand toward him, and we shook on it. He still. My boyfriend was in bed by this time, around 11pm, as he had work at 5am in the morning. Matt was an old friend from college, and he'd met my boyfriend many times as he normally hung out with us watching movies.This story is not about Matt, although as a mention, he is bisexual. He had a girlfriend at the time though. As we were getting changed though, we were both down to breifs. He slapped my arse playfully and I told him to get fucked. He laughed, and stood behind me and rubbed his cock. The woman I photographed for my double summer edition of Goodfellas magazine was sexy-ass Roci. She was 5’4 with olive skin and big green eyes! Her slim body and 35DD breasts could make anybody crazy! She wore a lavender top and thong bikini. Roci was fierce with her posing, and the onlookers cheered for her. Roci enjoyed all the love the crowd gave her. ‘Baby girl, remove your top,’ I ordered. ‘Alright,’ she said delightedly. Roci removed her top, and exposed her big dark brown areolas..