And Victor had announced me that his trip would be extended another three days more.Of course I was getting horny and my own fingers were not enough t... satisfy my sexual desire. I had been dreaming about a new purchase from the night before. So, during the afternoon, I had been drinking a bottle of red wine and surfing the net, looking for something to spoil myself with. The nice red wine was getting me even hornier than ever.I really needed a replacement for my hubby’s magnificent cock.I had. He guessedthere were twenty-plus guys in there, average age fifty, drinking whisky andsmoking cigars. They were all dressed like they were about to hit the linksof their favorite country club, and he caught more than a few curious stares.Then one of them caught sight of the card around his neck with its silver bordersand suddenly they were all smiles and questions. Who was he, what did he dofor a living, was this his first trip to the island. Richie noticed all oftheir cards had red borders. He. .. I got a ninety eight on my test ... I didn't see what he got on his ... he put it in his folder too quickly.This wasn't the first time Bret took his anger out on me...He kept kicking me ... until I started puking blood.I woke with a start.My hand instinctively went to my stomach. It was fine...I was fine.I don't sleep very well. Bad dreams are one of the reasons I drink ... falling asleep brings bad dreams ... passing out brings a few hours of bliss ... insomnia was something I'd had as long. Opening his center drawer, he took out a large pill bottle and unscrewed the top, setting it on the edge of his desk. Glancing at the clock intermittently, he started stroking until his cock spurted, swooping the bottle to add to the thick globs already inside. He had just enough time to cap the bottle and zip his pants before rushing to the afternoon meeting.Craig had been the obvious choice to succeed old Mathers when he retired, but the corporate management consultants had gone a different.