He stared at the green linoleum. Miss Fallon wore red Reeboks. "I ... I'd like to talk in private," he said. Still couldn't look at her. "It's importa...t." "Is it? How important?" He fumbled for his wallet. Showed her a glimpse of fifty-dollar bills. "I've come a long way. From Oklahoma. I've ... got to talk to somebody who knows ... " Go on, he told himself. Get it out, once and for all. "Who knows voodoo," he said. Miss Fallon stared at him, and he felt like a lizard that had just crawled from. On average, not a bad crop of females. The men were all black and hung so as to shame a pony. One of the black gents had a dick that must have been at least a foot long and as big around as a beer can.The video tapes were a lot more of the same, but with action and sound. One woman in the videos and the still photos had caught my attention. She was tall, about five seven or eight and built like the proverbial brick shit house. It was apparent that she really like to fuck and she seemed to. More

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