His body proved that too--he kept in shape even after his playing days were over. My wife went on about how attractive he looked, and how she needed t... at least meet him for drinks. After some messaging with Darren for a few hours and agreeing on our intentions we decided to meet up that Saturday evening at a local hotel. It was finally happening.Saturday evening came quick, and before you knew it Liz and I were in the car heading to the hotel. Let me tell you my wife was looking extra stunning. By this time my hands had long since worked their way around to the back of his head and it was I who resisted for a second or two when he went to move to the other breast. Once I realized he wasn't pulling away, I let him work on the right nipple until it too stood firm and proud. He went back and forth from nipple to nipple, graduating from just lips to teeth and tongue until both were straining to push their way through my now soaked nightgown.Once again, I gave him a push in the right. At this point, I don’t know how many people could see me. I didn’t know if the camera feeds were being sent to others or if it was just Mistress Pam and her mother.But I just did as I was told. I don’t have my own life anymore. I wear what I am told to wear, go where I am told, fuck and suck any cock I am told to and even eat whatever pussy I am ordered to. So, my life is not even mine anymore. The only good thing I have, is a wonderful daddy and my boyfriend Jimmy. But even then, I had to have. ’ We hope you enjoy the stories – Jake Rivers Country music to me is simply stories that are set to music. A great example is ‘A Girl in the Night’ by Ray Price: ‘She lives her life in honkytonks and the crowded back street bar. A world of make-believe that knows no sun, no moon or star. Where the music’s loud, she’s in the crowd, a lonely girl in the night.’ The main character in this story was a paratrooper in the 173rd Airborne in Viet Nam. The Airborne Hymn, ‘Blood on the Risers’ is well.