Nowadays, with homeland security, I couldn't evenopen a bank account without two or three government-issued IDs.I also felt a lot of sadness for the d...ad hooker. She hadn't known thatcoming on to the agents that day would result in the destruction of herworld. She had ended up in the body of one of the agents, probably dead onthat street in the midst of the gunfire, with nobody to mourn for her or tosay goodbye to her. At least my parents and family and friends had had thechance to say goodbye. After a few minutes, I ran upstairs and grabbed a padded blindfold. I opened the door, saw my clone (and my captive) in a terrific bed tie; I snugly buckled the blindfold on O and closed the door again. He was in heaven – and I wished it was me! But it was...and I was fully erect from doing the tying which I also thoroughly enjoyed. Knowing how I could pick knots through the years of self-bondage practice, it was satisfying to finally pull the knots to places I knew I (and thus O) couldn't. It's a whole different type pf party down there. Laid back, easy, and just plain fun.We had been there a few days and were settling in to our routine. The french quarter is like a carnival without k**s. We would sip drinks all day long, eat, get cleaned up and then back to the quarter. My wife doesn't drink much during the year however, down there she drank every day. She got drunk a few times to say the least. She's a good Baptist girl that isn't much for the wild side.One night, we were just. As I was sucking his cock which way hardening with what my mouth was doing his hands again went to my ass. He kept rubbing it and running his fingers along the crack and stopping at my little hole and pressing. He asked me if it felt good and was it alright and I just nodded, my mouth filled with his cock in acceptance of this new wonderful feeling. I never knew that that part of me with his rubbing could feel so good. I then I noticed his finger was all gooey with something and he pressing his.