“I’m exhausted. She’s a really good fuck for such an old slut. I usually tap younger ones, like your daughters. You’re a lucky man to have suc... a hot wife.” “Yea, I know,” I agreed. He gulped down the scotch in one hit and told me, “You can go back to your room now.” He gave me a big smile, then leaned in and whispered, “Did you cum in your pants, Cucky Boy? Just as well, cause you’re not getting anything from my bitch tonight. She’s totally fucked out. She’s never really been properly fucked. I enter with a fluttery feeling in my stomach, as i walk through the dismal looking door i catch my reflection, i see a broken version of myself still with blonde hair blue eyes but i dont feel like me not really. walking through to the bar seemed to last an age with men staring at me eyes all on me, at this point i feel a warm sensation on my left arse cheek "alright there sweet cheeks" it was a man who looked in his forties with a chiseld jaw and an unbutton shirt showing a small amount of. "I don't want you to think I love you only because you... fuck me like that." She winked. "But it sure don't hurt." When I come back, you'll still want to see me?" Laura asked, hating herself for her vulnerability.Jonelle's eyes watered. "Guess you don't know how hard I am to get rid of," she whispered. "Guess you don't know I'll be counting every hour."It was a wrenching moment when Laura got on the airplane, leaving Jonelle behind her. Even though she knew they would meet again in a week, she. ”“I like that. You realise, even if we move on to other things, I’m always going to want you to do that. And to show me how you get off.”“Yeah?”He twitched. “Oh, yeah.”“Good, because I like doing this, and I like showing you. I’m glad you’re not a lights-off kind of guy.”“You’re gorgeous, George. I never want to turn the lights off.”“That’s your cock talking.”“It has a hell of a vocabulary, then.”“That’s all we need. A talkative barometer.”“You’re the one winding it up!”“Yeah. Hey, wait there a.