" Okay Mr. Jacobs, if you insist. Shall we go to dinner now?"Saturday morning Ken was awoken by a polite tapping on his door. When he opened the door ...e confronted Consuela."You are missing breakfast Mr. Jacobs. Did you move down here because of me?" I'm sorry Consuela, I forgot to set the alarm in this cabin; it won't happen again. I'll be there in a few minutes. I could have missed breakfast; hell I could miss a bunch of meals and it wouldn't do me any harm." Mother and Mrs. Friedman say that. The third was secured over my tummy between my belly button and mons veneris. I was pretty well convinced that I wouldn’t be going anywhere unless Q wanted to do something else.During the entire session, in spite of some pretty intense play, the part of me which ached constantly was my legs cramping. It would become particularly uncomfortable later into the session when I experienced involuntary spasms that, in a few instances, racked my entire body.Satisfied that I could not move, the artist Q. He took it in both hands and opened it, then turned it to show her the contents.“Oh!” Lenna’s hand flew to her mouth. “Is that... ?” She stared at the box as her eyes filled with tears.“If you’re thinking it’s the biggest diamond necklace you’ve ever laid eyes on, you’re right. Along with the biggest ring and earrings. Keith hit a whole mess of them on a dig, and there are lots more where these came from. The settings are all platinum, with a little gold tossed in for good measure.” He turned. I was driving around and i recalled this swinger club my hubby took me one time thnk god i know LA good. So i get there only 5 or 6 cars in the parking lot i was like holly crap theres know one here fuck it im going in to have a drink any ways. So i go in a guy opens the door and it like welcome i was well hello omg he was hot like 6'5" or so he was huge. So he walked me to the bar and showed me around a little bit so i had like 3 or 4 drinks and i asked the guy behind the bar so kinda deed.