I took a turn dancing and flirting with girl after girl, but none of them made a move – I had apparently been claimed as Joyce’s. Hours went by t...at I don’t remember. I was leaning against the bar – if I let go of the rail I was going to fall. I couldn’t remember how much of that stuff I had. Too much. Joyce was on the bar, she was dancing topless, and I followed the movement of her amazing tits and erect pink nipples, trying to get my eyes to focus on the nipples. A Thai girl pulled me. The first email was from his baby mama, Francis. She sent it from her work account at the Montreal Universal Freedom Foundation. MUFF had done some work for marriage equality in New York State and had helped with the losing battle against Columbia University’s expansion plan. The university had invoked eminent domain to expand, forcing Benjamin to move from Harlem to Chelsea. The email had links to pictures of Columbia’s new construction. Not in the mood for upsetting topics, Benjamin deleted. He shortly had all the ice melted, and the city is already working on repairing the damage she did.”And I really did feel good when I went to bed that night.On Sunday afternoon Doug picked me up and took us to the airport. We held hands for most of the flight, and once we finally got to the room I removed the harness and after stripping to my panties changed. I looked around, and it was a nice room. Doug slipped out and went into his room, and we opened the door between them.Soon we settled. “Oh god Jake, I’m gonna come up so hard.” I tell him.“Good! I can’t wait to see that.” He says before planting me with lots of little kisses. I kiss back hun-grily and flinch when I feel him pull my crop top up over my Lycra covered fake breasts and then off over my head.“Jake, I’ll need to be in the bathroom when I come up and it’ll probably be messy.” I tell him breathlessly. “I’ll lose control of my bodily functions and I’ll be violently ill.”“Don’t worry I’ll be there to hold you and clean.