Friday, April 10, 2021.That Friday morning, I was with Danny. It’s funny because that week, he had become a constant. We lay in bed. He was behind me with his arm under my leg. He stroked with vigor.I heard my pussy squishing with each thrust. He slowed a tad; we shared a lengthy kiss. He moved on top of me. I caressed his strong back as he pushed deeper and deeper. I felt my whole body tingle, “Ayyy, Danny, shit!” I exclaimed.He pulled out, went downtown, and parked his tongue in my spot until I rained on his face. He grinned. I watched him push that cock back into my center. I watched it glide back and forth. I saw it pulsate. I saw it throb. His eyes rolled, “Ummm,” he moaned.He lay next to me, “I’ve been listening to Shania Twain,” he admitted randomly.I chuckled, “Really?”We lay on our sides. He smiled just before he started crooning out a few lyrics from That Don’t Impress Me Much and Man I Feel Like a Woman.“So, what do you think?”“You’re right…Good music is good music. It lives on beyond us.”I touched his face.“I wanted to tell you, Duchess, my loan was approved.”“That’s great, Danny, I am happy for you.”“I’m meeting with this guy today about a location.” I watched him leave the bed. He reached for my hand. I went to my knees. Our lips touched. “Your kisses bring me good luck.”I chuckled, “If only that were casino siteleri güvenilir true.”“I’m serious,” he said as he kissed me again. “I know you don’t want me to say it, but I know you can feel it,” he said as he placed my hand on his heart.I felt something. But I couldn’t let it creep in. I removed my hand, “I hope you get the location you want, Danny.”He smiled, “Thanks, Duchess.”******Breakfast was delicious as usual. Ernesto had done another amazing job. Fried chicken wings, wheat waffles dusted with powdered sugar, eggs with ham and potatoes.I was standing by the sink rinsing my plate off before placing it into the dishwasher when he brushed against my ass. I felt his stiff cock. I looked back, “Everyone is gone, Mamita,” he said as he kissed my neck. His hand glided down the right side and then up until he found my gem and played with it until I buckled.I felt his tip slip in. He moaned. He went slow. He spoke sweetly in Spanish as he stroked, “Asi, te gusta?”I nodded rapidly. He knew what I liked. I was dripping. My pussy was throbbing. I tried to wean him down to two days, but it was a challenge. It was part of our routine, and I didn’t want favorites. I couldn’t have any. They were all my guys; I loved our arrangement.He pulled out and hopped on the counter. I bent güvenilir slot siteleri over and took his cock into my mouth. “Si, si, si, Mamita, ayyy, shit, fuck, mami,” he moaned as I gagged. His soft pubes brushed against my lips. I felt his cum filling my mouth.After I cleaned his cock. He kissed my mouth, “Somos nasty. I love it.”I chuckled “I like it too.”He smiled but then got serious, “So, what’s going on between you and Danny?”“Danny and me?”He nodded, “I noticed that he has been sneaking in and out of your room. You’ve been with him every day, igual que yo.”“Danny wants what you have. I’ve decided to give him what he wants.”“I thought I was special.”“You are—”“I get it. But if the other guys find out…they might want every day too. You can’t give us all every day.”I sighed, “You’re right. That would be a challenge.”******Thursday, June 6, 1996It was the night of the play. My parents stopped by my apartment early. My dad was proud of all that I had accomplished. He said it many times that night. They drove me to the theater. We planned to have dinner after the show.*******I looked at the faces at the end of the play. My heart was filled with joy. The thunderous applause was more than I hoped for. It was clear the opening night was a success. After we left the stage, we walked en iyi casino siteleri out to the lobby to do a meet and greet with the audience.It was nice hearing the people compliment us on a great job. Another woman mentioned that she purchased tickets for all the other nights.My parents were among the last few people to congratulate me. As I stood there speaking to them, Nigel walked up, “Congratulations. Job well done.”I smiled, “Thank you, Mr. Craddock. These are my parents, Cynthia and Sherman Bradley.”He smiled, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Nigel said as he reached for their hands and shook.“Mr. Craddock is one of the top donors here at the theater.”My mother nodded, “He’s also all in the papers. He’s been buying up property throughout Forsyth and Davidson Counties. I only hope you leave some of the land for the animals to roam free.”He nodded, “Of course. I have a team that works with me. I do not believe in over-developing areas. I’m a nature enthusiast, myself.”My mother eyed him, “Glad to hear it.”I took a deep breath.“We’ll wait for you at the car, Pecan.”I watched my parents leave. I looked at Nigel. He sighed, “Sorry. I wanted to meet the people responsible for creating the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”I looked around, “Nigel—”“I know. I couldn’t help myself, Pearl or should I call you Pecan?”I chuckled, “Only my mother and father call me that.”“I’m sure there’s an interesting story behind it.”I shrugged, “Not really. I love pecans, and my skin is the color of butter pecan ice cream.”He smiled, “Will I see you tonight?”“I will find you as soon as I’m done with dinner.”“Where are you headed to eat?”