Her heart sinking, Janice put her foot down on the gas pedal and raced off, abandoning all thoughts of seeing the great Steve Valentine in person. ‘...Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ she told herself. Staking out this man’s house was a dumb idea. Just one more dumb idea in a lifetime filled with dumb ideas. *** A few days later, Janice got another email from Steve. In his usual formal business prose, he explained that the enclosure was his submission to Pink Beach Publishing’s annual Outer Space Erotica. . Then he spins me over so I am still on top but now my back is on his chest. This position puts his dick between my Crack with his Dick pushing up towards my balls... OOOO I luv that feeling of his Fat Dick Rubbing my Oily Balls and Crack as I slide around on top of him... This lasts for some time till he rolls us over again ...This time I am face down with him on top of me in this same position.. His arms are around my Chest and his Dick is between my Buns rubbing up and down my Crack.. Then. Of course, being a lady, she told me that there was going to be no sex involved: ‘Don’t go getting any funny ideas, mister!’ I didn’t care. I just wanted to spend time with this woman. I think I was starting to fall in love with her. She was very worried about this meeting. I remember that she told me ‘Please, please don’t beat me or rob me or rape me.’ She had been through so much pain at the hands of men already. I assured her that I would not do anything untoward, that she would be safe with. That whole complex would benefit from their absence.”Chapter 3Angela was awakened by a knock on her door. Her clock said 6:50. Maybe it was Michael! She jumped up and looked out the peephole. It was Mr. Harris. He knocked again, louder.“Open the door slut!”“Just a minute, Master. I’m not dressed.”“Now!”Angela unlocked the door and opened it. The officer watching her door was snapping pictures. He had almost gotten out of his car until she opened the door and let him in. He did call in to the.