But one day, he came back. He was smiling and seemed happy and eager. ‘I have a surprise for you!’ he said. He drove us to the country and showed ...s his surprise: he had built the most beautiful house in the world. It was a white, two-story house with thirty acres of farmland. It had an enormous gazebo. It also had a white picket fence. The front yard had a beautiful garden filled with roses, orchids, eglantines, tulips, and daisies. There were several apple trees adorning the freshly cut. He did nothing. He's just an innocent boy. It was all my doing, all my fault. The boy did nothing. You've beaten him. Let him live, I beg of you. Kill me instead, if you must, or beat me. But let the boy alone. He has been punished enough." Something in my ineloquent words must have pricked the Red Devil's heart, for suddenly he shouted the men to stop just as they had lifted the boy over the edge and were prepared to drop him. The boy hung there, lifeless, his future on hold. The Captain. I stepped into the men’s room and relieved myself of the rum and coke I had already consumed on my quest for pussy. I had a good buzz, but I wasn’t wasted. I found a dark corner in the club, and settled back into the booth. There were girls paired off with various customers. The girls were various stages of undress. I could hear giggles in the booth next to mine and figured someone was getting very lucky. Several dancers stopped by and slid into the booth next to me, offering me a table dance,. The noise, the squelching of my pussy, was so loud – I'd never been wetter. He was driving me wild, or at least his cock was. The thrill of it, the danger, the random anonymity of it was turning me on much. It was primal, a****listic, public; I could feel my orgasm building quickly.There was now a crowd of around half a dozen girls standing watching. Watching as I moaned and screamed louder. I yelled "All the way out and all the way back in please!" Begging for him to use his full length as.