You were hesitant, not sure if you could trust her (you know now of course), but you loved her and believed her. Then she didn't invite you to her bir...hday, and you found out she was seeing someone else. When he dumps her she's back to you again.By this time she must have had some kind of spell, because you welcomed her right back. When she dumped you again in September she did something you were in no way prepared for: she claimed you assaulted her and filed a restraining order. Your lawyer. "Mason agreed. He also handed the $100 over to the host, as had been agreed to prior to getting there."Thanks a bunch!" He replied, and stuffed the bills into his pocket.As that occurred, the other guys had gotten their cocks out of their jeans and slacks, and had gathered around a small table, like a night stand. On it, was a white linen table napkin about twelve inches by twelve inches square, but turned 45 degrees, letting the corners hang over the sides of the table. In the middle of that. “Okay buddy, I’ve got to run.” Tara groaned as Jim spun and started toward the garage pulling her behind him, I followed closely watching Jim lead his slave to his truck. Tara kind of hopped along behind Jim, it looked like her calf muscle was cramping as she tried to keep up with him. I shut the garage door and headed back into the house as Jim drove away. I started whistling in joy as I headed toward my bedroom and my waiting slaves. Monique and Emily were laying on the bed when I walked. Then she treated like a yard boy, and went off with her Mr. Wonderful.I lay on my bed in a funk. I knew that I could not compete with Mr. Wonderful and his Jaguar. I was just a kid who rode a Schwinn. I lay there and imaged her beautiful face, those lovely dark eyes and fresh cheeks, her expressive mouth and rosy lips. My hand was pushed into my shorts, grasping my hard cock, pulling on it as I remembered the softness of Miss Foster's thigh. I stopped, undressed, not wanting to mess my clothes,.