"I would, not that I'm rejecting your hugs, I just prefer James' hugs." That's okay, most of the time I much prefer Margret's hugs. But sometimes it j...st seems right to hug someone who looks blue." I don't mind your hugs," I told the effeminate looking man. "I just wish that I didn't have to obey my master in what he has asked me to do today." Why don't you want to obey your master?" Randi asked."Because what he wants me to do brings up bad memories," I said then went on before he could ask. Hours later, they finished their upteenth round of sex for the last few days and had drifted off. Or at the very least, Lou had drifted off to sleep. Erin was still wide awake, her mind racing. What kind of drugs were these? Was it just an aphrodisiac? What explained the cravings. Speaking of which, she had a hankering for some Rocky Road and another big glass of milk. Erin gently lifted Lous arm and slipped out of the bed and out into the kitchen. That same heavy feeling was on her chest again. I had to stifle my giggles as I listened to them pee, my fingers resuming their teasing as I imagined them… of course, in my fantasies they were all hot young women who’d left the stall doors unlocked, hoping that I’d venture in and play games with them. Sort of my version of the pool boy/pizza delivery guy porn scenario, I guess… I stayed in there longer then I’d planned, much longer as I discovered the candy stick in my cunt had grown slick and peppermint cool and felt really nice if I sort. I have a blog on here about how she had slipped in the heat of sex and told me the last black cock she had, had in her was about 2011 and had suspected she had fucked a good looking parolee she had told me about. I told him I suspected who he was and also suspected he had fucked her and wanted to know the details.He said he had spent a couple of years in prison for real estate fraud. When he was released on parole, they sent him to my wife's office to be evaluated if he needed mental health.