You're running low on your stash, and figure you should at least take a shower before seeing your dealer.After you undress, glancing at your erect dic...k, once 9 inches, now enveloped within folds of fat. You don't have the energy.So you step in the shower only to hear a groaning of the pipes. That's right, they shut your water off about a week ago. So you spray on some cologne, put on the least rotten shirt and head out to meet your dealer.Luckily, you don't have to walk far. You doubt you could. My cock was already rock solid as I thought of the perverted thingsthe guys and I were going to do to the wife. A thought crossed mymind...something about memorable moments...ahh, video tape. Almosttripping over myself I ran into my office, grabbed the videoequipment, and quickly setup the camera & tripod about 5 feet awayfrom the foot of the bed. Another idea crept into my perverted mind.Lisa and I always had wanted to act out a fantasy where she was'forced' to performed. I thought this was. “I know, Craig. The meeting you expected to run, until that big-titted bitch got the job instead of you. I never forget the things you’ve told me, Craig, and I shouldn’t need to remind you that the clock is ticking.”Craig bit his lower lip, reached into his lap and unzipped his slacks, then fished his stiff cock out with some difficulty. Opening his center drawer, he took out a large pill bottle and unscrewed the top, setting it on the edge of his desk. Glancing at the clock intermittently, he. I dressed, did my make-up the way Tiffany showed me to do it forMarcus. Make-up was becoming second nature, and I thought I lookedpretty hot, being under the gun to get ready so quickly. I put myjewelry on, and I went to the bedroom, and applied a heavy applicationof perfume, and I was ready.Tom was waiting in the Livingroom, nervously pacing. "Are you surethat's everything? You didn't forget anything?" he asks, nervously."No Daddy, I am ready just the way Marcus expects me to be ready," Ilook.