Not horror, thiswas clearly a woman comfortable with her sexuality. Likely they had noticed her and her brain wasprocessing the message, “Yes, b...ut you are also arespected businesswoman and you know damn well youcan’t let your guard down publicly. Who else among thescores of rooms facing this atrium is watching you?”She picked up her bag and moved down the balcony towardher room… and then, looking forward, she noticed meat the curtain. A series of messages flashed across. I used to love to eat fish. It has always been one of my favorite foods.That is, I used to love to eat fish until I had to eat it nearly every single day, several times a day. I had no cooking implements of any kind, so usually I would clean the fish, then wrap the fillets in wet seaweed and place them directly on top of coals from a fire I had made.After six months, I was beginning to loathe fish, but still had to eat it.But this time, Lord, you gave me a mountainA mountain I may never climbIt. ) Again, he sucked me briefly before going on his way.I got up and wandered around, back past the gay theater to the she-male room. There were more guys in there, but they weren’t really up to much. I made my way to a decent looking, middle aged guy on a sofa. He was stroking with his pants at his ankles. My kind of guy (neither of my first two contacts had enough going on to pull even a limp cock out of their pants.) I sat next to him in obvious violation of the six-foot rule and pushed my. I melted away and started to kiss him back.He then whispered in my ear, "I want you to be my girl." I just smiled and kissed him again."Me, a football player's girlfriend," I dreamed as he moved me away and reached for the phone. He looked at me and said, "As my girl, you need to do certain things for me and my boys." Little did I know he wasn't talking about his private parts, but his football squad?"Hey, I got something for us to play with, so pack up the crew, and come over to Riche's.