The bouncer opened a door, sporting alarge grin. A strong pull on the leash made me step in, and my fears andanxiety returned upon seeing the crown in...the club - leather and latex,straps and belts, heels, boots, and hungry eyes, drinking in myhumiliation and degradation. We walked to the bar through the seat ofbodies and hands, touching, grouping, pulling on me from all directions.She sat on the bar stool in the dark corner of the bar (a drink almostmagically appeared in front of Her) and. The «filmjölk» was fine so long as I put sugar, honey, syrup, or some other kind of sweetener on it before I added the corn flakes.Thinking about food, I realized that just about every lunch and all the dinners had involved boiled potatoes. I asked Rolf about that and he chuckled and told me that was the norm and he hoped I liked potatoes. I did, and because butter, salt, and pepper were available, I could vary the taste from meal to meal.Saturday was a lazy day around the house. I sat in the. "Since I had no attorney I saw no reason not to let him handle the matter. He bought me drinks while I let him read over the petition. He wrote out a statement for me to sign allowing him to act for me and told me to expect more papers by mail in the next day or two.After all the legal business was taken care of Josh (Mr. Joshua Rountree, my attorney) waited until I found a way home before he shook my hand and left. I had to make several calls before I finally found one of my other friends. She loved feeling that big, hard rod pressing against her stomach. She wanted it inside her. It was so much bigger; it would go so much deeper. He reached underneath her, grabbing her sexy ass in his big hands, squeezing it tightly. Her tongue explored his mouth eagerly. She wanted nothing more than for him to shove her onto the bed and slide his dick in her. She had forgotten all about John.As if reading her mind, Keenum broke the kiss and shoved the poor girl roughly onto the bed. Ashley.