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I woke up the next morning to find myself in bed alone. I got up,brushed my teeth, put on some underwear, and walked to the kitchen. I thought I had smelled coffee. Randy and Paul were at the kitchen table getting their morning shot of Java. They were also getting an eyeful. Sonja was sitting on a chair across the room with her legs spread. She was energetically masturbating for my roommates. Her fingers dipped in and out of her mound. With her other hand she was massaging those out-of-proportion gorgeous tits of hers. “Oh, hi Bill,” Sonja said. “What’s your last name?” I thought that was a strange question to be asking under the circumstances, but decided to go with the flow. “Morton. I’m Bill Morton.” “Good,” she replied. “Marty has your wallet. No money in it, but your driver’s license and credit cards are still there. He called me this morning – he compared your license photo to the video.” She addressed my roommates. istanbul travesti “Any special requests? I don’t have my vibrator with me, but I do a great show with a banana or a carrot or a cucumber. How are you guys fixed for fruit and vegetables?” “Ah, can we talk?” I had more than a few questions for Sonja. I’ll try to keep this brief. Sonja Anderson’s uncle Philip was a lieutenant in the city police. He had gotten her a job in the records department. Marty was one of the many cops she knew; yes, she had called him with the “tip” about drunk driving. The dash cam video already had more than 600 hits on the police internal website. “You and Josey are famous!” “His name is Josh, not Josey,” I corrected. “Whatever,” replied Sonja. She turned back to Randy and Paul. “So, any special requests? I don’t do animals or kids or relatives – well, at least not close relatives – but most other things are on the istanbul travestileri table.” Randy and Paul both looked at me uneasily. Paul got up and went to the refrigerator, pulled out beers for him and Randy. Without a word they went out to the patio. I told her the truth. “I’ve never met anybody like you before.” She laughed. “Gosh, and I thought there was a sex-crazed exhibitionist on every street corner. Did you enjoy last night?” Did I enjoy it? I had never had so much fun in my life. Even when I thought I was going to jail I could feel a swell of pleasure. I decided not to think about that just now. Sonja asked if I was up for another adventure. Why not? “The house is OK, I guess. Let’s see the back yard.” Sonja grabbed the salt shaker from the table, then was on her feet headed for the door. I mean, what could I do but follow her. Paul and Randy were seated at the small table bullshitting. travesti istanbul Paul was in low-rise gray briefs (what a surprise!); Randy wore red boxer briefs. We had learned that the jock was for the gym. Randy spoke. “No beer?” If pointing out the obvious is ever an Olympic event, Randy had the gold medal already won. Sonja went over to a lounge chair and turned it so it faced the other guys. She lay down and spread her legs. “Come here, Mr. Morton. I am about to ass-salt you.” She spoke to the other guys. “Now watch, I don’t want to have to show this to you twice. Or, maybe I do.” She motioned me toward the lounge chair. “You’re such a prude,” said Sonja. My jockeys were on the ground in seconds. “Now, lie down across my lap.” I obeyed, lying on my stomach across her mons veneris. Sonja sprinkled some salt on my ass. “Anybody got a lime?” Paul got up and retrieved a lime from the kitchen. He also brought back a half-empty bottle of tequila. “Smart boy,” said Sonja. She squeezed some line onto my ass, then dribbled tequila across it. Next she was bending forward and licking the concoction off my ass. Her tongue probed my hole, and I was completely hard. “Your turn,” said Sylvia.

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