“Which one of us do you want?” I inquired.“I think I will take you. You have a better ass and I want to fuck your ass. Any problem with that?”...“No, you can have whatever you want.”I went over and started sucking his cock which was probably 7 inches and, I was pleased to see, average around, so I knew I could take it up my ass without difficulty. After he got good and hard, I pushed two fingers into my ass to make it easier for him to enter. He had me get on my side and began to push his cock. The house was large and the land bigger, the property used to be owned by some 80′s popstar who snorted too much of her income through the nose. Tony was a businessman and a new player in California’s thriving movie industry, the porn movie industry that is.How Michelle and Tony knew each other was one of those fairy-tale kind of stories. He had bought a video of her sucking off two guys in a club V.I.P. room and she begged him to not release it. They reached an amicable settlement where. ‘Okay.’ ‘I don’t want to make you feel pressured to do anything. You’re here because I want you to be safe. I know that night in the parking lot. . .’ ‘Was the best night of my life.’ Her eyes gleamed in admiration. ‘Yes. Even so, you’re much younger than I am, and you need a safe space. When you’re here, you never have to worry about waking up to find me next to you.’ ‘That’s nice, Tom, but don’t you want me to sleep with you?’ ‘Ah, I’ll take the fifth on that one, but you need to get adjusted. So maybe we ended up doing some things we shouldn't have. A lot of us didn't make it home.I somehow made it through a first tour. The brass liked me. I could shoot, taught on my gramps knee from the time I was three, and I could survive in the jungle. Surprisingly I had a good ear for foreign languages. Intelligence induced me to stay on. So I re-upped when they offered me a spot with Intel. Wet work. Went back even a better killer in early 1969. It was all I knew or wanted. Hunt slants and.