His lips brushed against the thin gold chain. Then down along her arch, brushing softly over her toes. His tongue encircled each one and he drew each,...in turn, into his mouth. Her back arched and gentle moans escaped her lips… her legs moved, rubbing gently together. Her hands pressed tight against her stomach, slipping slowly down, entwining in the hair of her mound. His mouth lingered on each toe and a tiny whimper of delight escaped her lips. Slowly he moved upwards, over her ankles, kissing. He thrust into me without warning, without preparation, and I screamed despite that horrible penis in my mouth. His pubic hair intertwined with mine as he drove rapidly in and out of my body."This bitch has a real tight cunt."I will never fully understand this language. When they taught us English back in my country, they never taught us any of the filth words. Some of them we picked up from each other, some were totally alien to our ears. Everyone knew the word fuck; that was universal. The. "7," the chant continued.This had been a wonderful year, but it was also only the beginning. Therewas so much planned for Sarah in the future. I had so much to look forwardto."6," the gleeful call came from the party guests.I couldn't wait to release a new album. I couldn't wait to go on tour onceagain. I couldn't wait to travel the world sharing my music."5," the anticipation in the crowd grew.But I had so much more to look forward to. Sarah was an important part ofmy life. But Megan was even. Every day seemed like another day in paradise. Beautiful weather, a commute in the company helicopter from my home in Newport Beach to our offices in LA, membership in the best tennis and golf clubs...perfect. And the women. Nowhere in the US are the women as stunning as Southern CA. Great shape and great shapes. Tanned, free spirited and always ready for a great time.My first few months were filled with the responsibilities of my new position but as time passed I felt the need for some.