brush off. My instincts told me this guy was going to be trouble. Amy had wandered off as I talked shop, and when I was done I looked around for her and saw her talking with a petite blond typical biker chick wanna be. Too much flash, not enough trash. One look at the way Amy was touching her and handling her told me Amy had the taste for some pussy tonight and this blond chick was desert. Just as I was wondering how this would work out for me Amy grabbed Sandy by the hand and led her to me. She said this is Sandy and I think she’s up for some fun; do you want to come up to the room with us? My mind had way too many thoughts at the same time but thankfully the blood