“Watch porn, video themselves having sex, or give blowjobs?" Melanie asked her. Barb glanced at me and I raised my eyebrows in query.She looked down...at her plate and said, "I've never given one. My husband doesn't like them. He says it's dirty and perverted."Melanie responded, "So I bet he's never gone down on you, either?" Barb shook her head. "That's sad," Melanie sighed.We all sat there in silence for a few moments, then the waiter came up asking if we wanted dessert. When Barb raised her. ("Keep that up k** and I'll hurl on ya!")Then everything faded to black again . . .The metal table was cold against my skin. My hands and feet were tied up and I was wearing a blindfold. All around me I heard voices and the sound of people unfurling something they held in their hands.That's when the whipping started. I could hear the whistling of leather straps flying through the air and cracking across my bare skin with a snap. They started along my shoulders and slowly worked their way. He’s almost always at Camp David in the pictures, sometimes pictured with the latest tyrant of the Middle East, sometimes with the current president. He seems apolitical, appearing as part of the ‘peace processes’ through both Democratic and Republican administrations. His sexuality has never come out, although I don’t remember him ever taking any pains to hide it. While he was with me, he was monogamous. Perhaps he’s always been in committed relationships with men who felt no compulsion to. “I could die now a happy man.”He starts pushing in & out of her slowly, trying to savor this moment as long as humanly possible. Paulina holds her towel closed as she uses her other hand to hold onto the locker door for balance. She grunts with each thrust he makes into her, as her pussy becomes wetter by the second. “Oh, Ghost-Boy!” She says. “You make me so hot.”She takes off her towel and tosses it aside, not caring if she’s fully naked anymore. The showers are now running in the next room,.