Etc.) I'll say right here at the start that I didn't make it. In fact, the entire attempt was basically a total and complete failure...except for the ...ne experience I'm going to relate now.....I heard someone saying: "Hey! Hey, you!"I looked up and there was this super fancy white limo, with darkened windows pulling up along the street where I'd been walking, and the driver had rolled down the passenger side front window and was leaning over in order to make eye contact with me. He was. Oh, man, if Rocky ever told my dad... well, I didn't even want to think about that now. And any fucking idea of Duke sucking my dick just went out the old window.Rocky was a rough looking, muscular Italian guy, in his mid forties, over 6' tall, and barrel-chested. He was married to a little thing of a woman that the other women called The Shrew. She had absolutely no sense of humor in her and had a face that resembled a mouse, or possibly, a rat."Say hello to Rocky, my slave cocksucker." Duke. “ Wrong answer,” she said. “I know you want to be my fuck toy. I've always known it. You've always acted out because you wanted me to punish you. Have I ever failed you, darling?” “ Yes,” I said. “ When?” I started to cry. She sat beside me on the bed and took my head in her hands, kissed me gently on the nose and cheeks, then the lips. “ I never meant to,” she said. “It wasn't my fault. You have to stop blaming me.” “ I hate you,” I said. “ I know you do sweetie,” she said. “And while. I couldn't follow the conversation over the loud music but obviously they got to an agreement. Liz got up took my hand and we followed the dancer to the private booths in the back of the club. In the booth were 2 chairs and the dancer placed Liz on the one and me on the other, so that we were sitting across from each other. Now the stripper stepped right in between us. She was maybe in her 20ies with a fit, athletic body. Her skin was mocca brown and she was wearing a black negligee with black.