The pressure was never enough to draw blood, but sufficient to deliver minute quantities of the drug just below the surface of the tender nipple. He r...turned the needle to the shining vial, wetting the tip again and again, until both nipples lay wet and glistening in the harsh light.He stopped, watching the circles surrounding her nipples darken to an angry red. She gasped as the tickle of the needle turned to burning twinges, finally subsiding to a constant, mild irritation that made her. My sex was on fire. My poor hubby, even when erect could never fill even half of what this prime specimen of a man was doing to me. He straightened himself with a push and I felt his cock pressing against my cervix. "OK?" he asked, apparently wanting to be sure his extra length was not hurting me. "Yes," I responded. I had never had a cock inside me that was quite that long and thick. I felt quite full... happily full. I liked the new pressure sensations against my cervix. He kept. " Yeah I noticed not many ladies staying in this hotel...but you oughta be able to troll through Wal-Mart and find you some country girl to drain your balls, especially with the size of that thing!" I said."Nah, I usually find somebody around the hotel willing to help me out," he said."Really?" I asked. "Like a maid, or the front desk girl?"Now...I'm not sure why I was still talking to Greg about his problems getting laid in a small town, but I found myself getting aroused and it looked like. Cocktail dresses with skirts that had never covered a knee and necklines that varied from navel to throat. The larger the bust they were sewn to display, the lower they fell. Those rising to the throat were sans backs, allowing the wearers dance partners to enjoy naked skin under their hands. The men were casually dressed, slacks and sport shirts, some wearing jackets, no ties.He was surprised at the small number of party goers. The last time He needed to fetch her the crowd had been larger..