Utilizing the internet, he found a decent culinary school in California. I paid for his plane ticket, giving him what little money I had for food unti... he could find a part-time job. For four months I supported him, barely having money to support myself. The rent was late, the bills were past due, my car never had a full tank of gas, and I went hungry most of the time. Near the end of the fourth supportive month, his mistress confronted me. She told me the promises he made to her. He was going. Her nipples were sore, her breasts reddened and bruised where he’d clutched them. Between her legs was the warm, stretched memory of extended probing, and her clitoris tingled from long abrasion. Elsewhere she was more or less intact, though despite the brevity of the intrusion she still felt uncomfortably violated in her rear passage. In fact, her entire body felt like it was coated in an impenetrable sheen of violation. How could I let that monster do such things to me? And how could I. Frank felt Grace's warm breath just before he felt her lips and tongue caress his nipple. Frank felt really good, moaning quietly. This was followed by a sharp pain, as Grace then bit his still cold nipple with her front teeth. Frank jerked at the ropes, but didn't move very much. Blood had already started to flow to his penis when she was going through the box, but the pain increased the flow. He could feel his lust building, but he knew he wasn't fully erect yet. Grace kissed his nipple. I chuckle as I start to remember where I am. The presidential suite in the casino’s hotel is where I am currently experiencing one of my better hangovers. At least the bed is comfortable. The bed. As I try to focus my fleeting thoughts I lay back down into the buttery soft sheets. This room, this bed was supposed to get us some carnal action for the night. I wonder where my friends are? Three young men sat at a bar taking shots as the nightclub slowly fills up. The bartenders are exceptionally.