I had a message waiting and it had only been there for about 4 days. It said,"Kitty wants to fuck". I was sure it was one of those fakes wanting me to... join a website, but I decided to reply instead. It turned out that Kitty was real. We began sending messages back and forth. She is submissive and was looking for a Master to dominate her. She was experienced and had moved here two years prior and had very few friends and no friends in the lifestyle. She was married also and promised she could be. Today my man and I are intent on giving and receiving sexual pleasure. We are sitting on our couch holding hands in subdued lighting, with soft, seductive night jazz background music. I am totally naked apart from my heels. My man Roger, is also totally naked apart from the rubber cock ring wrapped around his thick, nine-inch erection and fastened under his balls. We are facing a full-length wall mirror, an extra turn on watching ourselves being pleasured.We invited another couple to join us.. Well, soon everybody was gone. I started to clean up the place (there were bottles everywhere), but I was tired from a long stressful week and drunk and didn't feel like going out afterwards.It was probably an hour later when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. I opened the front door and who was there but Susan McG - WITH NO Marty alongside thank god.Susan was a bit tipsy, but she just strolled in, threw her purse on the couch, walked right up to me, and began passionately kissing me - our tongues. " Phil suddenly realized that the whole deal would be off if Houdini found out that Singleton was a bootlegger. Houdini was no snob; nobody in show business could afford to be. But he wouldn't work for a lawless type."My promoter is a new impresario in show business. Victor Singleton," said Phil decisively and handed the phone to Vic.Vic stumbled through a few words with the world famous man and hung up. He collapsed in a chair."I just talked in person to Houdini!" he exulted. "Me, Vic.