It was the only time I ever happened to be down there at the same time as he was cleaning up, but it was a good memory.Still at the age of 15, I remem...ber telling my parents one weekend that I was going to the mall, but I took several buses into the city and going to San Francisco's Castro District. When I got there, it seemed like a gay wonderland to me. I sat on the corner of Market and Castro Streets looking at men passing by for hours, wondering if someone would start talking to me. . He wanted this conversation to be nothing but business, and conveyed that to the merchant in his tone. "The deal has been made." And I will deliver," Herdon said quickly. "From both you and Berin. Or rather, my contacts will. They need but the word." And you are sure this is free of ties from the Ne'land Clan?"Herdon nodded once. "They are independent merchants. You will be charged far less for this transfer."Merchants did more than simply procure goods. They also acted as couriers, movers, and. .. Yeah..." We stood there awkwardly for a while. Then she straightened. "I'm flattered." I looked at her. "I'm flattered" usually meant she wanted something. "Sammi?" "You boosted my self esteem. Let me return the favor." In moments, she had thrown my trunks across the room. She stared in awe of my eight and a half inch long, two inch wide cock, almost fully hard. "Can I...kiss it?" I nodded, still in shock. She leaned forward and kissed it. Slowly, she began to lick it, and eventually she. ..”“Yeah, she’s into it, here, it’s my card, look me up on Facebook, and we’ll get it set up.” The card was embossed in gold foil with a silhouette of a crowd of partiers naming Anil Ahriman as CEO.“They’re not too racy, right?” she questioned.Phil’s eyes widened in horror, but Anil cut in, “Of course not, I am not a porn guy, this is about parties, all wholesome fun. Trust me you’ll have a blast.”Rapidly losing control, Phil’s voice took on a serious edge, “Anil, dude.”“What bro? I’m giving.