Quite often she would come over to me and hand me her tip money to put in my pocket. She would also send or bring men over to me that expressed a desi...re in fucking her. I handed out my new business cards with Melissa’s name, my address, and my new cell phone number on it. I gave them twenty-five minute appointments every half-hour for fifty dollars starting soon after she finished work that very night. I though that two dollars a minute was a good price for a talented whore like her. I know. I played with it for a while, then he asked "Do youlike my dick, Tommie?" Oh yes," I said meekly. "I like it very much!" Is he a fag?" my mother asked."I don't know yet," he said. "I'm still not done withthe test." Tommie, Sweetheart, do you want to kiss it? You cankiss it if you want. Don't be afraid." he prodded.I kissed his dick very softly on the tip, but before Iknew it, the whole thing was in my mouth. I was soexcited, I wanted to suck every inch of his monstrouscock down my throat. As I. I can’t wait. Really looking forward to something tasty, is his reply.About two hours before Ray returns home, Zaria sets her plan into motion. She melts some dark chocolate and dips some strawberries. She locates a bottle of wine. She puts the strawberries, wine and two glasses in the living room near the couch. Smelling her mother while fucking her father is something that Zaria does not want, so she strips the bed and makes it with silk sheets she finds in the hall closet. Ray bought them. The wonder boy himself. No wonder he's so driven. My brother talks about him all the time. But now that I've seen what he gets to come home to, I know why my brother has never had a chance."His flattery got to me, and I'm sure I turned several shades of red. His physique seemed to be too primal to be contained in a suit. He looked as if he would burst the seams of the flimsy garment at any second."Do you work here?" I asked."I wish," he said. "I'm not nearly smart enough for something like.