"Exactly that. They're blaming me for what happened to Nancy." Liz lit a cigarette. "At least some people are, and one of them is Clete Anderson." Why... how can he blame you, Liz? You had nothing to do with it."Liz took two drags on her cigarette. "Not directly, no. But- "Desirée looked at her friend, waiting for the answer to the mystery in the truncated sentence. "Come on, Liz. Tell me what you mean-"Liz laughed bitterly. "Clete and I, you know, we used to be real close. You know that.. Angela reviewed the new catalogue of the ninety day wonders of erotic pleasure. She saw several that were exceptionally well-endowed but she had that sixth sense of looking into faces and telling when they were being deceptive or downright dishonest. Finally, she came across a folder that detailed the ex-military that only had one good leg below the knee and a cock that looked for all intents and purposes like what a ninety day paradise of posterior pounding should include for perfect. I waited two weeks for him to call me back, passing thedays in agony that he would not call again. When he did, i was like a littleboy waiting for Santa Claus -- happy, excited, and afraid that Santa wouldnot bring me any gifts.Not just my cock ached as i walked to his home; my stomach ached too. Itached because this was not a game that i played. i was not Sir's boy becausei wanted to be disciplined and humiliated. i was his boy because i loved himit was the only way I could have any part of. My cock was wedged down in between her butt cheeks. As I looked over her body, remembering the previous night's love making, I began to become aroused. No, I thought to myself, this is her morning to sleep in, it's only six o'clock. I carefully slipped my arm out from under her pillow and as gently as possible, got out of bed. I found my shorts on the floor where she had thrown them. I left the room closing the door behind me. As I walked down the hall on my way to the kitchen, I glanced into.