I tell this to Irving and Linda when our meeting is finished.“He says he goes to bar only short for alcohol,” I say. “But this is not true. He g...es for that, but he goes also to be in company of those he prefers to his home. And I think he may go to find woman for sex as well.”“That figures,” Linda says. I see that she does not like this Sam McDonald either. “Ir­ving, you have to admit he’s a first-class asshole.”“Mmm,” Irving agrees. “But that’s not really the point, is it? Let’s get down to. He asks me if I like the taste of his cock. I tell him I do but I want more. ?So you want my big black cock in your pussy??he asks, and shoves his cock back in my mouth demanding me to keep sucking.He shoves it all the way to the back of my throat and I gag and do as I?m told. I start sucking on it again. With his cock going in and out of my mouth I look out of the corner of my eye and see my boyfriend next to the bed. There sitting on a chair watching our every move and listing to our. He smiled, bent down and gave her a ?gag kiss.? With that, Travis pulled Missy away from the mini bar and toward the stocks. He halted her in front of the formidable-looking device. He raised the top half of the stocks, it swung easily on the well-oiled hinges. The hinges had a stopper at just past 90 degrees, he let it rest there as he turned back to Missy. He released the ropes holding her wrists behind her back and then just stood there, his hands cupping the sides of her face as. ..Ms Alex led him over to it. Him. Her husband. "He suffers terribly, andI need You, Randy, to take care of him. Please?"He was rolling from her previous statement, to meet her husband andthen be invited to make love, well fuck is what Ms Alex had said,afterwards.The word, a single word, that came to him, was bizarre. Very bizarre.The word rollicked in his Mind, and rolled around like a marble.Bizarre.Sissy smiled at him from a distance, then recoiled, going feline asRandy approached. He was.