I was sick and filled with disgust with myself for allowing the events of the previous night. My mind was clouded with the fog from the intoxicants of...the previous night. I cried. . .but no tear came. ‘Since I am here, Jake must have had his way with me too. . . that S.O.B! ‘ I reasoned. My genital area was sore. My head ached. My stomach was still trying to regurgitate the poisons that had been ingested into it. Guilt bordering on panic again took control of my life and I spoke cruelly to him. The lighting in my apartment is perfect for exhibiting my birthday suit. I spent several hundred dollars and hours of time getting it just right. I want his memories of me to be well lit, not illuminated by harsh bulbs or his flickering TV screen. I spend a lot of time exercising, follow a sensible diet and working on my skin. I go through the pain of Brazilian waxing and spend a small fortune on makeup. Nobody hangs a Rembrandt on the wall and lights it with a 60 watt bulb. Men, though.. “Got damn, I love these sweet, young cocks,” he said of the two. They were busy kissing, rubbing, tugging and moaning, as Sly kept on deep throating them. “Now, its time for that ass,” Sly said to Josh. “I’ll pound that ass the same way I did his. You ready?”Josh, considered versatile, was not ready, as he hadn’t been fucked in years, but he wanted to try and bottom. At first, it was a little uncomfortable, but after a few small strokes, Josh was taking all of Sly. Sly, who looked good for. I was going to be late to that meeting. But it was so worth it.Ursula Ayers – Paris, TexasIt was chaotic in the Walmart. Everyone was buying supplies."What's going on?" I asked a guy."There's a case of the Wormwood Plague down in Austin and two in Dallas."I blinked. "Wormwood Plague?" I had been staying away from TV and the internet. I had been worried about the Ghost so much the last few days I hadn't been paying attention to what was going on in the world."Yeah. It broke out in Seattle on.