She screamed……and sat up in her bed, choking back a cry of fear and soaked with sweat.Almost immediately a wave of headache and nausea washed over...her, and she flopped back down on her back with a groan.‘Oh god, I’ll never play Resident Evil ever again… at least not while I’m drunk’, she thought to herself, trying to force her thoughts through the haze of agony in her head. ‘And why didn’t I at least drink some water before falling asleep? Oh right, because I was drunk. Figures.’Only now did. This bar was your basic Bar-Bar. Nothing more that a place to drink booze, no frills, a blue-collar bar in a somewhat rough neighborhood. Most of the men and the few women there were dressed in blue jeans and western shirts. I was dressed in my nurse's uniform not having had a chance to change.Several rough looking men came into the bar and it was obvious that they were friends of the guy I was dancing with. They moved to a table and after few minutes, my new friend Ron, came back from the. "That night we fucked for over an hour. I got on my hands and knees twice and my wife worked me good with the butt plug. For the first time it actually didn't feel big. To the contrary I actually wanted more for the first time I can remember.Several weeks later my wife and I had another romantic night planned. She wanted to go to our favorite beach restaurant where we can watch the sunset. We always talk about sex at dinner at least a little. I ask her if she has any special requests and we. But there was, A chef that used to come in every day to get his smokes – (I don’t smoke by the way) –And he was always so nice to me.- (It really would make my day to see him and I hated to have a day off)-Well anyway one day I get to go see mum and dad, as I am crying,I say to my mum “Mum I hate being with Bob” and she did what all mums do,“leave him and come home your twenty three now, and he has held you down for so long.” she saysSo needless to say I did leave him.I stayed working at the.