Drunk abroad / part 4 and last.I woke up, staring at the ceiling, how long am I here? Is it morning already? I can’t hear sounds around me, I looked...down, my body was still on the bed, dark red strings in shapes of scratches are all over my body, my nipples are pointing up and burn marks are on them, my breasts are resting in my hands, blue and black marks on them, my belly hurts, I think a truck had hit me if i didn't know any better, I felt so used, my vagina felt so stretched, my clitoris. I was so wet. This man was very skilled with his tongue, and soon I had my second orgasm. I was panting, and could tell he was taking off his pants but I still could not get a good look at his cock as he was kneeling as he started kissing his way back up my body stopping at my nipples again to tease me. I pulled his head up to my lips as we kissed. His body heat felt so good against my skin. I felt him start to rub his black penis onto my soaking wet pussy lips. I needed him to fuck me so bad.. Out of the 3 she semed like she was the spoiled bitch type allways got what she wanted no exceptions!, I sat in a chair whilst they tryed on various gowns etc laughing and joking then the bich apeared after dissapering for a while on the phone, she work a black wedding dress of the finest satin, she glared at me and walked straight towards me, then put her foot up on my chair between my legs looking into my eyes the whole time.I was shocked as she pulled her gown up to reveal her stilletto. Winters... may I call you Allan?" By all means. And what exactly are you looking for Ms. Torme?" Only people who don't know me call me Ms. Torme. My friends call me Vivian and those who know me most intimately call me Viv." She pursed her lips the way Marcel had taught her. "What would you like to call me Allan?" That is strictly up to you," he smiled coyly. She knew now that he was playing along and interested, it was only a question of time. Marcel had told her that most men of his age were.