I lurched to my feet and headed for the door, even as Helen pleaded with me to sit and rest.I don't know how I got back home to Vero Beach from the cl...b in West Palm. Driving on Interstate 95 the weekend before Christmas is dangerous enough without adding partial blindness and a broken heart to the mix. Della's car was already in the garage when I pulled in. I walked slowly into the kitchen to find her sobbing at the kitchen table.I ignored her as I dug some ice from the freezer, placed it in a. Her pussy is shaved bald. She has small b cups that are perky and quarter sized tan areolas. She is smaoking hot. When we first dated, I didn't know she had already had sex with 16 guys and gave a blow job to about two dozen. And this was just her teen years. I had dated her a year before she told any of that to me. Then she spilled her guts. She told me every detail. Like the guy she fucked in front of crowd of partiers. Or the time she watched her friend have sex with her boyfriend and when. He handed her a fresh flute of chilled champagne which she sipped. “Are you ready to continue my love? Mark ask. Joan shook her head affirmatively as Martin turned her back toward the bed. Joan now lay on her back as Martin reattached her restraints. He then left her lying undisturbed for a couple of minutes while he gathered some of the devices and toys to be used on her. The next sensation that Joan experienced was the prickly contact on her skin from two small metal discs edged with tiny. Oh I am sorry, but I don’t do hand shakes.’ He told Greg feeling the same disgust for this man. May was grateful when the supper was served and her mother and father sat at each end of the table just as they did as when they were raising their children. The phone rang bringing May out of her jog down memory lanes. Martha the maid of forty years brought the phone to May. ‘ I am sorry to interrupt your supper, but they said it was imperative to speak with you.’ She said handing May the portable.