“I’d be happy to. Let’s go over to my table,” he offered.“Is he that much of a big shot writer?” John asked one of the girls with Janet.�...�You bet he is! Have you seen the movies Desert Secrets, or The Retrospective Murders?”“I’ve seen them both,” Doug said.“Mr. Davenport wrote both the books that the movies are based on,” the girl answered.Doug and John watched the group go and join Claudia, Kim, and Tracy, “Do you think he knows about our girls?” John asked.“I don’t know it’s not exactly. .”Betsy snorted and, in as mocking of a voice as she could manage, said, “It’ll work better with the safety off.”The man’s eyes flicked to the pistol in his hand. It didn’t take him a fraction of a second to verify that the safety was off. That fraction of a second was all that Betsy required.“Where the fuck did she go?” the man asked shocked that she had disappeared.“I’m behind you,” Betsy answered.He spun around to face her. The kick to his hand took him by surprise. The pistol flew out of. His enormous black dick was starting to arch up toward her face. Just from the look on his face she knew what he wanted her to do. Tiffany opened her mouth as wide as she could and let the dark black head slip into her mouth. He was still growing and he soon filled her mouth completely. It was like trying to give head to someone's fist. BigMan placed a hand on the back of her head. She looked up into his eyes pleading him not hurt her but all she got was a cold unfeeling stare. He tilted her. “Heath is a good guy,” I said as I signed the last one.“He is alright,” Katie shrugged again.“Trouble in paradise?” I asked as Katie sat down with her tablet.“Let’s just say he wouldn’t be receiving any of what you just got for a very long time,” Katie said as I started to dial into the conference call.“That bad, huh?” I asked.“Yup,” Katie nodded.Even after the conference call and on my way home, I couldn’t get what Katie said out of my mind. Since getting together with Rachelle, we never.