Long story short: he isn’t meeting her sexual or emotional needs and I am. I got there earlier than her, sat down and enjoyed a mixed drink until sh... arrived. The place has come off quarantine and is now allowing inside and outdoor dining. They don’t even bother trying to rush you out, but they charge full price for alcohol to ensure that they make their money from your presence. Sherry arrived a little later, she came over, we gave quick hug and then sat at the bar. Prior to her arriving. “Open that crybaby mouth,” he said. And Frankobeyed him. “Wider,” Wade said, and Frank opened wider.“Okay, good,” Wade said. And he wadded the panties upand stuffed them into Frank’s mouth.“Is there any rope around here?” Wade asked him,winking at me. Frank made a muffled, indistinguishable noise and Wadecontinued teasing him. “What? What’s that? I can’t hearyou. You sound like you have a pair of sopping wetpanties in your. After the couch, they used me over tables, chairs, d****d me across the stage, anywhere they wanted. They took me from behind, or had me ride them, but I almost always had 2 cocks in me as my mind was assaulted with perversion, pleasure, discomfort, submission, degradation as I came from prolonged sissygasms. I only wanted more cock, more cum, deeper submission, deeper slavery. At one point I realized that I had been put on my back into a sling, hanging above the club floor, completely. We e-mailed back and forth. He had politely asked me if he could ask me a question. I told him that I’m an open book, so he could ask whatever he wanted. The next e-mail I got said something to the effect of he didn’t know whether to ask me if/what kind of pets I have, or when the last time I got laid. So I told him: one dog, two cats and a bird that is either in love with me, OR he sees the reflection in my glasses, and December 31. He told me later that a part of him was hoping I’d tell him.