The moment I agreed to put my dick on a shelf for six month, Roxanne, that big busty American dominatrix, struts into the hookah room. Roxanne is one of those creatures that doesn't like to take no for an answer, so if she's looking to get plowed by my "massive cock" as my King called it, awkward as that was, there could be a little problem. Lucky, Roxanne is into so much weird, twisted shit that as hot and fine as she is, I should be able to turn her down.

Roxanne (enters): Oh, there you are. Rusty, I have a
            huge favor to ask, but I'm sure you will be able
            to handle it.
Rusty: Not now, Roxanne.
Roxanne: Now, don't be like that. Mestre Luxx just told
           me that he needs me to dance tonight... and I
           need someone to watch my new little slave.
Rusty: You know I'm not into that slave shit, Roxanne.
Roxanne: Oh, I know. But you might like to pet sit for
           me tonight anyway. In fact, I'm sure of it.
Rusty: You've got to be kidding me.
Roxanne: Oh, no... you're just the man I need.