I mean, how sad is that? These are the thoughts that roll around in my had as I sit in the bar again, drinking my sorrows away. I'm by no means an alc...holic, but I do like my whiskey. I work hard, living my life the way I always saw it, minus getting the girl. I always thought I'd get the girl. “I heard you would be here, is this how you spend your evenings Chris? Drinking alone in a bar, spacing off, looking like one of the old timers?” The voice of a songbird, with a hint of cheeky tone grabs. It was her admission of feeling used and owned as I fucked her that became the final key and turning point in both of our journeys. ----------------------------------------------------------THE SECRET TO HER ADDICTION----------------------------------------------------------Through all of this, we never, and I mean "never", talked about any aspect of her "homework" or our bathtub activities in terms of "pee" or "piss". The terminology was always things like "needing to go", "while in the. He doesn't even try. He doesn't care. He just doesn't anything." She was crying, mostly from disappointment but also in frustration. "I'm afraid that Chris has spoiled me now, and that no one else will ever be able to satisfy me. He is good and so kind and gentle. I just melt under him."Finally, after talking for most of the day, Melissa asked, "What do you want to do Cathy?" I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" They had planned to have dinner together with Donna Vincent, the owner of the. Amy never even hesitated - or looked back at me for an "OK" - just obeyed him and began to open his jeans. I could see her nipples rock hard under her t-shirt and I could tell she was practically panting.She opened his jeans and his big thick dick just fell out...and he had NOT been k**ding. That cock was strong, thick, heavy and muscular. The head was a big purple mushroom that sat on top of the thickest shaft i'd ever seen. He was semi-hard and was HUGE compared to me. Amy just gasped and.