This is a story intended for adults. Anyone under the age mysextour of consent...no, that's mysextour not right. Anyone under the age to get into a bar...no, wait, that may be about too mysextour stringent. Anyone who is of age to vote henrietta, whether they choose to do mysextour so or not, can read this story. Anyone else should be here. Back away slowly. Retain eye contact. Don't make any henrietta sudden moves.
She mulled this over a moment as Mickey brought back our mysextour drinks. She knocked mysextour hers back with one mysextour swallow, then stubbed out her cigarette mysextour in an ashtray on the bar.
Inside the small room, a fairly large man sat with his back to me, making mysextour some final mysextour adjustments to mysextour his about stage makeup in a lighted mirror. When he turned around mysextour suddenly, I was mysextour startled by his appearance. He was dressed all in black from head to toe, even mysextour to wearing a black mysextour shirt under his tuxedo coat. His face mysextour was totally mysextour white mysextour; not pale, but painted white like a mime. His hair was so mysextour black mysextour and shiny against the white of his face it looked henrietta like someone had taken obsidian and spun it onto his head.
"Spain mysextour...Sam Spain, private about investigator. Nice mysextour outfit. Who's mysextour your mysextour tailor, Undertakers 'R Us?"
"In so many words, yes."
"I know nothing of the theft of such an item from an Artie mysextour Baker mysextour. However, I mysextour did recently come mysextour into possession of a rather special item mysextour, an mysextour ancient mysextour Sumerian change purse that allegedly never empties, allowing the possessor to have a never-ending source of money. Perhaps Mr. Baker simply forgot that, in order to possess such an artifact, one must not be mysextour careless with confidences."
"When you mysextour tell someone that they need to keep their good fortune a secret, and then, that secret is found out mysextour by mysextour a woman who was procured for a night of sexual mysextour pleasure...well, then, all mysextour deals are off."
As mysextour it was, "Dr. Mesmer" was gentlemanly about the whole thing mysextour. He offered me his bathroom to clean up, and asked if I'd hand out my pants, so they could be cleaned. Or if I'd rather mysextour wear mysextour them out like that. I accepted his offer, and before I mysextour knew it Thelma was in the bathroom with me, waiting for me to take off my pants mysextour and about underwear so she could take them wherever and get them clean.
Now I was sitting mysextour in an armchair directly mysextour across from, if it was true, the Fallen Angel himself mysextour. Having a single mysextour-malt Scotch. While Thelma rubbed my back and neck.
"Why so long?"
I realized that my mysextour mouth was hanging open a bit, as the realization hit me that mysextour I hadn't just followed the henrietta mysextour trail of a missing wallet mysextour...I'd been sucked into some mythic mysextour-cosmic-theologic-wish mysextour fulfillment nightmare. Starring Yours Truly as the King of Bad Luck, two hot babes, and a man who may mysextour or may not be Lucifer himself. Gee mysextour, and I left my camera mysextour at mysextour home!
But needing to cum so badly mysextour, I mysextour just nodded my head, willing to go with whatever I had said just to able to release.
And, if I'm really, really good, once mysextour in a while, Mistress will let me cum mysextour...in my hand...after jerking myself off.
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