One of them is just like this one. Let's be real, I'm a guy and I'm here to get my dick sucked and fucked. I'm not a sex addict,but I am horny almost ...veryday. I havn't had sex since november 11,2013. My dick was happy that night,but now my dick needs a good pussy again. I've been so horny that I once agreed to have phone sex with a long distance friend to who I wasn't even attracted to. And let me tell you,it was like the WORST phone sex I EVER had. She meant well,but it was too damn onvious. It was a simple game of fantasy where everyone got a taste of fulfillment without ever being fulfilled.The night was long as were my glances at the small firm mounds of her youthful breasts. She danced and whirled, drank and swirled with her would be lovers who would cop a feel or press her close only for her to turn away with feigned disinterest. She was a real player, and called herself Britney in the game of names. How her hosts longed for her, and how she desired them while hating herself. ” I shrugged, she understood me well enough to understand what I was trying to say. She smiled back to me, and took the girl’s hand to lead her to The Retreat. I had to explain things to the girl, before she would allow herself to be lead away, and the look she cast over her shoulder broke my heart. It clearly spoke the volumes how she felt about being taken away from me, or should I have thought of it as me being taken away from her?I pushed those thoughts aside, and headed to the only room in. ‘You DON’T have to take my kneecaps! I can GET the money!’ ‘Bruno, did you threaten Charlie?’ ‘I just mentioned my collection, sir. As one professional to another.’ ‘Charlie, Charlie. They were just roughing you up. I don’t want you kneecaps. Egads! What would I do with the things?!’ Charlie Stanford gave a nervous little giggle. ‘Well, besides giving them to Bruno here as a job perk.’ Another nervous giggle: please don’t possibly mean that. ‘Did you know that Mr. Stanford and I went to school.