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The two wasted no time obliging her. The chocolate colored guy sat at the foot of the bed as the Jamaican sat beside her wasting no time getting close to her. They held their flutes as she filled them with champagne and then rested back against the pillows. "So what would you like to do tonight?" the Jamaican asked.

Most people don't respect me for what I do, but I do it anyway and I do it well. My name is Prince and at the present time I'm sitting in a county cell for murder. I would tell you that I'm innocent, but hey three quarters of the penal population claims that. I'm what you call a fantasy deliverer. In fact if Harlem was Fantasy Island I would be Mr. Rourke. The people I cater to range from the average person on the street to the rich and wealthy, but the one thing they have in... (continue reading)