Filming sex Stories

Jay Thompson is not the sort of man to indulge in nerves, but as he waits in Anthony Williams’ office, he can’t help bouncing his heel against the polished floor, counting the seconds by the tick of the massive wall clock. Tony—the Boss—has a way of filling every inch of a room even when he isn’t in it. His scent (something between expensive aftershave and the inside of a loaded magazine), his voice, his legacy. Jay somet...