Her message said, ?Are you there??I responded ?yes, I'm here, sorry I was in the car on my way home.?After about 20 minutes of sitting there staring a... the computer she responded, ?That took too long. The rest of the night no clothes, no furnture, TV and at 10pm you will chain your hand to the back of the tolliet and stay chained until 6:30am.?:?Yes madame? My mind raced. I could chain myself up take a photo at 10pm and then another at 6:30am. She would never know the difference.?It's 6:17. I started going to a coffeeshop just off campus that was also a used bookstore. That's where I discovered Jack Kerouac and Amy. Of all the coincidences, I was browsing the books when I ran into a cute redhead about my age that seemed familiar. I literally mean I ran into her. Most of my friends lived a county away since my dad had moved since I was little, so tho I recognized her, I had trouble placing her. She broke the awkward silence by introducing herself. "You live down the street from. It was something that I’d always wanted to be, a fireman. They wouldn’t take me until I was eighteen so I did a few other jobs until then and joined. It was bloody hard training but I did well and was eventually made fireman and went to the Camden station, in London,’ he said and I nodded, knowing the fire station there. ‘I’d been with them ten years, four months and fifteen days until this particular warehouse fire. It wasn’t a big warehouse nor was it a big fire but one in one of the small. Byron thought he was gonna drown, when a gush of her pussy nectar flooded his mouth. She bucked and humped his face, until her contractions died down. Resting her forehead on his thigh, she said, “Thank you, Byron, for giving me the mythical man pleasure. How can I every repay you for showing me that man is not a myth?” “Like this,” he said, pulling her off him. He got up off the table and pushed her forward, until her chest was flat against the surface. Then, nudging her legs open wider, he.