While waiting for Nikki I ordered a Margarita from Dusty. After our tryst the previous Friday I figured she'd be all over me, but she seemed cool, dis...ant. I put it off to the guilt she was probably feeling for fucking somebody so soon after splitting with her boyfriend. For all I knew the two of them might have reconciled.Surveying the room, I noticed some new faces. A couple of the newbies seemed to be having problems with their ears, poking them with their fingers. As six-thirty approached,. "I think you're killing me." I say lightly, looking up into his eyes. They're alight with desire, deep blue eyes, begging for me to say more. "This isn't easy for me either." His eyes twinkle, and he grins. "Especially when all I want to do is fuck you until you can't walk straight." He grins again as I gasp, blood once again rushing to my cheeks. "But that's not going to happen...unless you tell me what you want." He quirks an eyebrow at me. I feel so frustrated, why is it so hard for me to. She looked so damn sexy. I went to tell her not to do it, that it was all a mistake. I didn't want her fucking another man.She just laughed at me. She told me it was no longer just about me but also about her and her wants and needs. She had George push me over to a chair where he had ropes and tied me to the chair. I was so drunk I could hardly move. He had no trouble in handling me, then tying me to the chair. He told me if I would be a good boy and don't interfere he wouldn't gag me. Then he. This night was one of those exceptions during our relationship, this night was the type of tribal sex you suspect to hear people whispering about at some watering hole somewhere.Our passion got stirred up when my completely drunken uncle started talking about how pretty she was. He started ranting and raving about how gorgeous of a girlfriend I had, while the rest of my family stared in shock and mild horror. He kept rambling on about it while telling other people how wild we must be in bed. I.