He pushed his tongue right inside me. Oh my God, that was intense. Further in the tongue went. Precum was now dripping from my cock again onto his duv...t. George had hold of the top of my legs and was pulling me back toward him pushing his tongue in deeper. As quickly as he slid his tongue in, he took it out. “Hang on” he sighed. Still on all fours I looked behind me. The bed moved and George on his knees behind me reached to a bed side cabinet and took out a small clear bottle and something. I advanced toward her and she, no longer able to play the role, wiggled and giggled wantonly.I wrestled her to my bed, drew her arms behind her back, held her crossed wrists, and lifted her dress to her waist. Her lame resistance proved to be false when my finger dipped into her honey pot to discover it flowing with her love juices. When I drew back my strong right hand to deliver the first swat, she tensed and raised her ample bottom to meet me."Please, no, Master," she squealed as my hand. Doing…everything.Day 2: As I said, I never order in, but in this case, I had to. Again. I even tried to time it approximately the same as the first morning. And whether by design, or fate, or accident, Greg was at my door again with the warm smile, that fit form of his and a breakfast fit for a prince.This time I was more awake, freshened up but still robed (yes, that was an obvious choice, but subtlety isn’t always successful in new territory).There was a warm rush that hit me when I heard. ‘I always liked a good blended Scotch. But the times I could afford stuff like this were rare in my life. It’s worth my last 100 dollar bill.’ He pulled a magnum from beneath the pillow supporting his back and nestled it in his lap. ‘I bought this with what was left of my savings so I can go out with a bang. I guess I do want somebody to know.’ ‘I hope you don’t expect me to stay here and watch you kill yourself?’ ‘No, no I don’t expect you to. There’s no need for that. Where should I start?’.