At my favorite blues club on the wharf, Lou's Pier 47. (The video is from another club in San Francisco called The Saloon.) The place was packed. Stan...ing room only. It's a small place, though, with not even a hundred-person capacity.I sort of know that guy, Daniel Castro. We always shoot the shit about guitar gear, and his bass player, Glade Rasmussen, used to be my guitar tech. Anyway, as Daniel was setting everything up, he saw me in the crowd and came over to say hello, then we spent a few. ” She moved to the side of the pool dragging me by my cock and then climbed out pushing her bum into my face as she climbed up the steps.“Come and let me suck your cock.” In a daze, I moved to her. I sat on the lounger, and she knelt by the side and took my cock into her mouth and sucked hard. Up and down getting my cock very hard until I could take no more.“Bitch, your, a fucking bitch.” I cried as I picked her up and threw her onto the lounger and dived onto her pussy with my mouth and sucked. Moving up his prick came in contact with her pussy. He studied her face for any signs of wakefulness. Reaching down with one hand he rubbed the head of his prick along the moist slit. He slipped his prick in an inch. It felt good. He slid it in another inch and it felt better. He pulled back slightly and pushed in farther. That felt even better. Now he was not thinking of anything but how good it felt. Soon he was making long deep strokes.He suddenly stopped buried as deep as he could. This time grab her tits and pull her nipples.”“You don’t think that’s going a little far” Brad asked? He thought that might drive her over the edge, and take her back to sane thoughts. He wanted her thoughts to be the crazy insane thoughts he had seen this past week.Taylor thought pensively, “She’s been walking around half naked this whole week. She got fucked in public and peed on. I think she’s ready. I will go up to her and give her a French kiss, and pat her butt, and if she thanks me, then.