Frank was pushed to the ground in front of me by a large fat nigga who could not wait for a bitch hole to become available. Mounting him like a fuckin... dog he plunged his thick black cock root deep in Franks arsehole and held his hips and help leverage sliding his cock in and out. He sweated as he ravaged Frank’s bum hole. Frank squealed in delight and urged the fucker on, a couple of other guys now stood and watched waited for the nigga to finish, and when he did the second cock slid into the. Her innocent lust, unabashed desire for these new delights. He wanted to protect her from the world, but also to give her all the joy possible. He poured himself several more shots before he began to swig directly from the bottle, and his thoughts began to blur. He slumped down in his chair and nodded off for a bit. He groggily awoke in the middle of the night, not unaccustomed to this predicament of alcoholic slumber in whatever chair he was in. He rose rather unsteadily and staggered off to. .. I'm too stunned to even speak but finally ask "whywould you want me?" "Dear you're a great cook, attentive to the guests,and the centerpiece of attention and conversation in case you haven'tnoticed." My number went into both the woman's cell phones and afterthey left Tom told me they were loaded and would pay well - but the onehusband will probably want something extra and tip well for it.Anyway we past half time, and I finally sit as my feet and calves areaching from walking miles in the. Nothing. I settled in and waited for that firstquestion. Each psychiatrist I had seen over the past two years - I hadseen several - started off differently. Maybe it's my paranoia - a wordwhich appear often in my numerous psyche profiles - but I'm convincedthat there's an underlying egomania rampant in all who choose theprofession. They take pride in cracking open people's heads.I guess you could say that I have an aggressive ambivalence towardspsychiatrists: Each time I was ordered to see one.