He was clearly annoyed and wanted nothing more then TK to leave.“Hey buddy staring at the glass is not going to make it refill. Drink it and get the...fuck out now!”TK glared at the bartender with anger.“How dare you speak to me like that? I am a goddamn hero. I saved more lives then you will ever know and no one believes me. I’m a fucking savoir and you treat me like trash.”“Ok buddy I think you have had enough time to go.”The bartender grabbed TK from the collar and threw him out the door. He. Townsend didn't send her away.He didn't see her. She wasn't real. Which means that my parents were.But how could that be? I remember burying them and visiting theirgrave. I remember feeling the pain of their passing, once long ago andagain just recently when Bonnie told me all about it. How can somethingthat felt so real be imagined?"George?"I shook my head.Bonnie said, "you're going to be fine." Thank you," I said, looking at Bonnie.Doctor Townsend frowned. "Who are you talking to?"I looked at. I massaged her thighs which made her hot and hot. She was in deep pleasure at that time. In low voice i asked her if she can remove her panty? She told me to do that. And I pulled her panty down and was amazed to see the miracle that a lady is lying naked on bed in front of me. I then opened my blouse and bra. I climbed near her ass and started massaging her ass, clean shaven pussy and her complete body.Now I was out of control and opened my panty and sat on her ass crack and started massaging. She wondered if maybe it was her own fault. It was her fault that Ruiz was here, her fault Ruiz was naked on the bench, her fault Ruiz was about to undergo yet another round of abuse.It started about a year ago. Peter and Lauren had always flirted with BDSM, attended some local meetings, played rough sex games themselves, loved it. The thrill of complete domination, the danger of being seen, even the endorphins rushes he got giving and Lauren got from receiving. But things got more and more.