’ ‘Thanks.’ Ryan smiled, a genuine one, and it softened her face. ‘I’ve gone to a few, Mark’s given me extra tickets. Not so many now sinc...e he has a girlfriend, but that’s okay.’ ‘Maybe you can use mine. I don’t have a girlfriend. And I only live a few floors up, so delivery is no problem.’ Ryan nodded. ‘Thanks, but it’s awkward on steps with this right now. Maybe another time.’ ‘Maybe.’ Brody smiled, pleased he hadn’t been shut down outright. ‘It was nice meeting you, Ryan. You need any help. .. stupid. Not one of those girls wanted to be stuck with him for a husband, because they all knew they'd starve if they had to depend on him for support.So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack was ... well ... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged through a girl's. “Hey, pretty lady! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!”“You’re much too sweet,” Bria answered.“My name is Abigale and I just knew that I had to meet you. I bet you have a real girly name. You’re just about the prettiest lady I’ve seen in a while. What’s your name sugar?”“Bria Lane is my name. Nice to meet you, Abigale.”“Can I buy you a drink?” Abigale asked sweetly.“Sure. That would be lovely. I’m drinking white wine,” Bria explained.“Barkeep can the pretty lady get a white wine! I’ll also get a. I checked in, got directions to our room, and left the office. On the way out of the building, we stopped at a little shop. I found her a semi-transparent wrap and bought it. We drove over to our building and parked. I carried our bags up to the room and we went in. The room was nice, strange but nice. There were mirrors everywhere. A large mirrored wall on one side of the two large beds, there was one on the wall over the dressers at the end of each bed and large mirrors on the ceiling.