Richfield showed her the website. Then he explained Carl’s situation. She was willing to present The Elite as a professional product. Three days later she had a purchase order worth $7,000. Carl could write his own name.

Richfield was awestruck. But there was a new problem; giving Carl the money.

"Discover him," Richfield said. "Tell him you’re responding to his website."

"OK. And I have 10 ads! We'll pay full price!"

"Nice! But move in on him. I'll give you his location on streets. Dude's busted. Can’t get to Social Services. We're about to arrest him to feed and bathe him."

"OK. Then you better get over here; do what you have to."

"Lin. I love your mom. But my wife'll say something if I'm over there... switching locks in my thermals.”

"Oh you wish. Be my cock ninja or deal’s off."

“Cock ninja? You live with your parents.”

"We bought another house. Be here at 11. The key will be under the shoe."

-

Richfield met Lin six years ago at a friend’s party in Long Beach. Lin flirted with him. He was impressed so she didn't leave him alone. They went on a date. He bought her an iPhone. Then she fucked him.

She lay facedown. It was the only position where his dick would go in.

He wore a condom. But her pussy had a Kung Fu grip; snapped the condom off. He couldn't pull out. He was stuck inside a pulsating pussy which greedily squeezed the cum out of him.

-

He told his wife he was working overtime. Lin lived in Torrance. He arrived at 11 p.m.

The sexiest pair of woman's shoes were at the front door; begemed white straps on sandy big platforms.

He lifted a shoe, lifted a key and crept in. The kick came from nowhere. Lin snapped a side-kick from behind the door. The fleeting smell of her foot woke his loins.

She stood in a fighting stance. Her hair was loosely tied in a rubber band. She wore black yoga pants and a sports bra. The abnormal gap between her legs was because of him.

He was bewildered. He held out her key. She snap kicked it out his hand and it jangled on the tile floor.

"Dang Lin. Would you rather spar?"

"Only a Chinese master is worth my fight. Are you a Chinese master? Huh?" She kicked to his stomach. He blocked it and lurched at her.

She playfully screamed and ran. She rounded a corner, ran through a den, through the kitchen - back were they started.

She loped a few stairs but he grabbed her ankle. He yerked her. Yanked her waistband so hard it ripped. She reached under herself. He clenched her arms and jammed his pursed lips between her legs. He licked from her clit up her split. Several times. Then he wreathed his lips around her tiny but swollen clit. He sucked. He slurped.

She'd taught him how to eat pussy. He had to motorboat; even when she smelled like bbq baked beans. Can't eat beans without salad.

He slapped hard on her ass. She screamed. Her cheeks turned red. He hastily unfastened his jeans.

She tried climbing up. He yanked her ass back. Shoving his dick in her, at first, was weird. She was too tight to penetrate. She had to massage the head in. Then he had to work her. Rotations. Gingerly and slow. The wetter she became, the more he felt her pussy contract and pulse.

"Uuhh! Uuhh!" she moaned. Her voice was deep and scratchy. No high notes. All pain

Her pussy deluged with juice and she loosened up. She kicked her heels and grabbed his biceps. She lifted her butt; getting dicked deep. So deep he wouldn't be able to pull out.

She threw her head back. Her pussy locked him in. His dick erupted. He felt like he released a gallon inside her. She didn't let him up. When he was squeezed dry, she passed out.

He slithered his dick out. Then shined his phone-light on her pussy. It drooled semen.