Yes, she did get a few things done, a couple of books read, a movie or two watched. But as those projects started to come to there completion,the drud...ery of it all came into being. Her mind started to wander to those dark places she loathed to visit. Destinations better left off the itinerary. The plains of depression, wind swept and cold. The mountains of self shame with its burning peaks of introspection and desolate valleys of inadequacy. The mire of regret, a fetid, rotting bog of presumed. Quickly I pulled back up until the head of his cock was in my mouth. Now knowing how it was done, I started to fuck his cock with my mouth. In and out, deeper and deeper with each thrush, his cock deep inside of me. I know that Tony was enjoying every minute by the groans he was making. After a few minutes that seemed like an hour Tony put his hands on the back of my head, and said, “That’s enough Beti, you really know how to give an old man head, and you made me feel so good. Now it’s my. The man parted Pauline’s butt cheeks and pulled off the dried and cooled candle wax which had formed on her butt hole and crack.“Let me see. Now what can I do now. Oh, yes. I know.”The man went to a bench and pulled out a handful of alligator clips. He meticulously attached a clip to each nipple, adding even more pain to the nailed nipples, clamped four each onto each labia already spread by the nails, and clipped one onto each poor bound and nailed toe. And played with all of them. Pinching. ” He turned to the bar and got the bar tender’s attention after he finished serving a loud bunch of old guys a little way down the bar counter. He ordered her a double J & B and water like she asked and insisted on paying for it. She didn’t want to hear anything about that, but he insisted. She seemed to be pretty pissed at him, but didn’t say anything. “So how about we go find a table away from this crowded bar?” She asked him. “OK.” He followed her to a table almost at the back of the pub.