I was very tired, but I had the strength to bob my head and use my lips to suck some of the men off when they pulled out to cum in my mouth. I was onc... again “BP”, Big Pussy, the ghetto crack whore from my younger days, being gang banged by the neighborhood thugs and d**ggies for little to no money at all. How had I fallen once again to this level, brought down again by the man who was my lover and that I cared for. The d**gs kept me fucking, sucking and horny and my sex addiction kept me. “You are so silly,” she laughed. Grabbing his hand, she started to forcefully pull him behind her. “Come with me,” she demanded. Baxter still tried half-heartedly to hang back but Olivia proved to be too much for him. As they left the crowds at the park behind them, they entered an area of lush, green forest. The atmosphere changed almost instantly. It was quiet here except for the occasional bird call. With the sun behind them, there was a coolness that was a huge relief from the heat. Olivia. Her hair was brown and lustrous and almost to her mid-back. Class. It was almost a pity, I thought, that she was also straight but she was. Leadership campaigns are bloody affairs. Old scores to be settled, favours to cash in, threats, lies, the whole gamut of human infidelity. I’d discussed this with Tenant and said I wanted to try to run a clean campaign. If there was to be skullduggery let her opponents start it. We’d respond in kind and with far more vitriol than they could imagine if they. A booty call, as it were. She keeps me in chastity when I'm not in her prescence to assure that I'm constantly horny and my balls are full, rendering me helpless to resist whatever she has in store for our marathon fuck sessions. I never know whether it's going to be two days or two weeks until her next call, nor do I know what she does (or who she fucks) in the interim. I looked around the club and the faces, the hot bodies, the flirting. The things that I cannot be a part of anymore. If these.